Across the waving grain, I see the deer stealing a snack.  Puffy seeds from the Cottonwoods swirl through the air looking for landing.  The sun greets the new day, sparkling in the lazy waters of the river.  Beyond the  trees the cool distance tempts me….

What more do you seek? There’s sun and hope for you. Go, find your own path!                    a haiku by Nancy Ann Smith

Living on fear Attach to the memories Scare to take action Many question are raise No answer at all The law it’s useless Only their law counts My voice it’s mute My rights are taken My life it’s reduce to four walls Waiting for this…

the unlikeliest of people brought together somehow final results that have yet to be seen a band of life misfits both low & high brow what wisdom from each could they glean some were quite candid while others were shy differences ranging south, east, north,…

These eyes have hosted a million tragedies This heart has fought a thousand battles These hands have handled a dozen mishaps These feet have walked a score of miles These fingers have picked at hundreds of scars This head conjures terrible things These bones are…