The Great Escape-Part III
The Tree and Me “What do you see? What do you know?” I asked the big tree at site 35.
The Tree and Me “What do you see? What do you know?” I asked the big tree at site 35.
Winding roads, curves with caution, and unchanged signs of times abruptly lowered my heart rate. Each mile marked a memory.
“When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, thou hast taught
This was another side of my family that I’m sure gave me the wanderlust bug. Five sisters, Grandma Deloris, her
At the beginning of the month, I shared that I would repost SOME poetry I’ve written since I began blogging.
Five regions make up “The Ozarks” and I sit in the Springfield Plateau, closer to the White River Hills, which