The Mysteries of the Summer Night

There’s a mystery about the soft, summer night, just after the sun goes down, before full darkness tiptoes through. Leaves stir with a passing breeze and flowers lift their heads to feel one last ray of the sun’s warmth.  The rabbit who lives under my storage building gives last minute instructions to her nest of […]

A Memory

Several years ago, I posted this poem about the swing in my back yard. My  grandchildren liked him but they soon outgrew him and then I gave him away so other girls and boys could enjoy him. But, I still remember that swing and I’ll bet my grandchildren do too. .The Old Tire Horse The […]

My Grandfather’s Barn

My Grandfather’s Barn My grandfather’s barn leans to the south. The weathered old boards are gray. The tin roof is rusted and dented and busted; The wind blew the doors away. But once that barn, filled with freshly-mown hay Was a dark, sweet-smelling retreat. The straw in the loft was wonderfully soft; A hideaway, cool […]

Long Ago Teens

Long Ago Teens

It was a different time. My teenage years were almost unbelievably different when compared to the lives of today’s teens. Were those days better? Do I see them through the rose-tinted glasses of nostalgia? Those days, so long ago, were far from perfect; however, there was an innocence and a wide-eyed wonder that seems gone […]

Early morning

Early morning

The early morning is peaceful and quiet, the moon serene and white in the sky and dawn only a promise away. Even the birds aren’t yet awake and I seem to be the only one up to enjoy it. How nice if I could keep that peace and beauty in my pocket today and just […]

Grandfather’s Barn

Grandfather’s Barn

“He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?” (Micah 6:8) That verse reminds me of my grandpa, Levi Latty. I can picture him going to his barn to milk, morning and evening, […]