This is a poem about simple things, hopeful times, truth, ending. It was published in the Mid-America Poetry Review in the Summer-Autumn 2007 edition. Copyright to J. Donald Coonrod. The original was much longer; the editor liked this mini-version. Maybe I'll put the original on here some day and draw straws.
As noted, I liked the focus of the editor of Mid-America Poetry Review, but I still like my original, longer version better. O.K. don't hold me to it, but I'll try to add it when time permits. All the best, Don Coonrod
Be safe,
Karen