Springwater Farm Poetry

They stood around the old woman, smelling of impatience. She could almost hear their thoughts, ‘What could she possibly teach us about life?’ was so loud it thundered at the ancient one. "You must pay heed to the truths I will give you," the old one spoke. "Without this knowledge you will not... Sign in to see full entry.

Rain plinking down dappling the parched ground creating tiny islands of moisture Streaking the dust from the cars the houses, the horses, the stones Sprinkling the laundry hanging limply from the clothesline trees, grass, flowers and vegetables lift their faces greedily toward the sky welcoming... Sign in to see full entry.

You made me cry on my way to work today I seldom cry. I don’t feel the need. But the man whose voice kept breaking while speaking of Vietnam and told the tale of receiving a cake in err, in the mail and he ate the cake, and shared with friends rather than allow the inevitable mushy end he wrote the... Sign in to see full entry.