Poetry

Muscadines

Purple black, they hang above me, Vines wound tightly 'round tall trees. Sweet grape smell makes my mouth water Floating on late summer breeze. My heart catches in fond memory, Drifting back to childhood days When I stood here, staring upward: My first sight of sweet wild grapes. Skin so tough, I had to bite… Continue reading Muscadines

Poetry

Outhouses

I remember winter evenings, Bitter winds that cut to the bone . . . I still shudder when I think of That outhouse, several yards from home. I remember sticky summers; What a smell floating on the breeze! How I hated that old outhouse; Hated the stench, the flies, the bees! But now I'm RICH;… Continue reading Outhouses

Poetry

Red Lights

"Daddy, what does that girl see in him?" I asked my Dad one day. "Red lights, I reckon," he replied; That's all that he would say. I sat there, pondering life's odd twists As I gazed upon the pair. "You know she'd have to," Daddy said, "Or she'd have not stopped there!" copyright © 1998… Continue reading Red Lights

Poetry

The Old Man

Close to our house a graveyard lay With our garden in between. An old man came each week to rake And to keep the graveyard clean. I'd hear his rake strike on the stones And run through the garden to see, Pretending to pick tomatoes Knowing he would talk to me. I'd hang across the… Continue reading The Old Man

Poetry

Roosters

"She lived beside the railroad track Where the train came through each day. When it killed her favorite rooster, She demanded that they pay." "They told her she could ride for free Until they had paid their debt; For forty years, she rode that train, And I'd say their paying yet!" "You ran over my… Continue reading Roosters