There once was a timeWhen poems were in rhymeBound by the meter you choseThen someone…
On a warm early-spring evening I linger at the table on the screen porch. The smell of…
In the garden of whimsy plant some bee balm and laugh when it bloomsin all…
Come walk with me tonight, my child;We’ll keep the hearth fire burningAnd wrap up snug…
Thunder in the valley rends the heavens and I fall through … …the splintered cracks…
By Sue Leamy-Kies PLATTEVILLE—A few months ago, while completing my daily constitutional on the David…
In the valley, the snow has melted and birds have returnedThe sandstone ridges call my…
The White family and the Black family Live quite amicably side by sideOn the NO EXIT…
I love the colors of umber oak leaves against bright blue sky. When…