Heavy Fog Hangs Low in the Air
Heavy fog hangs low in the air, eyes strainThis early morning in Lincolnville, MaineLike a thick blanket…
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This Great America – (inside the book)
The innocent look of being afraid;
Scary the sound, buzzing clippers won’t hurt.
Close to my ear, I shall not…
This Great America (story)
The gate was closed and a chain was wrapped around the fence post but experience told me even though there was a…
This Great America (poem)
My eyes tell the story, memories here;
Life on this mountain, so happy and pure.
Hard working hands, callused,…