WATKINSVILLE,Ga. /we live in a slave shack/one room /with wild roses wrapping around /a stone fireplace /one one year Steve paints in an old barn
Now that Grady's dead/ we'll pay you a dollar a month to clean his gravesite / Steve and Francy/you'll get a half gallon of buttermilk to wash the holiday dishes and make mama's bed. Free rent/our rent had been five dollars..
poeting for 32yrs; started in Atl. and now I LOOK TO COMMUNICATE ABOUT ART ; FIND THE RHYME IN THE HEART; FIND the HEART IN THE RHYME;Ilove my grandchilren and children .. there are 22 , of us all together ;one on the way ..yeah,I want people,more than anything, to comment on my blogs;they are rough ,yes, but kernals of poems/please take the time to offer me some critique in the form of a few words;I will always react.