Memories of my childhood flooded back. It's too bad so many kids these days don't get a chance to run free on the family farm. And a two hundred year old culture is being lost one farm at a time.
Ron
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2012
Your poetry puts the dustbowl of Eastern Washington wheat fields back in my nose. Those were good days and even the "dusty screened windows," makes me remember that smell of the meshed screen catching all that dry airborn earth powder. "...tender grown and hidden gifts:" and "remembered grace." This is good stuff. I wish everyone could know this. Thank you. ~~ Diana
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Ron
Enjoyed your poem, I've never lived on a farm, but I always wanted too. Excellent write!
Blessings,
+Linda