Nineteen hundred and thirty three, times were tough for so long, all agreed. “Next year!” they say, “The crops will pay, then something fancy will mark your grave.” But time didn’t pass very well, Papa got sick and died soon after they tell. Momma worked and scrimped, but soon found her life was spent. As […]
Monthly Archives: April 2011
Spring
Spring is back; I can feel ice crack! Winters frigid bounds have broken down. Life’s blood begins to flow; sit back, just watch me grow. Roots, to bough, to leafy crown. Spring is back; I can feel ice crack!