I mentioned in an earlier post that I’ve read a couple of books regarding Brown’s Park (Hole). An area that straddles Wyoming, Colorado, and Utah. My interest is piqued because I have ancestors that lived in that area in the early 20th century. I didn’t find much family history in my reading but I did read the sad story of Willie Strang. He was 14 or 15 when killed by Johnson (or Johnston). It’s a sad story that caught my attention. I attempted to write about it in next week’s poem but didn’t like it so this week is take 2. After I finished this poem I think I prefer the first one better. It is now up to you, dear reader, to decide which poem is better.
poetry
The Search
Outskirts of Town
I live on the outskirts of town
that is where I choose to be.
Or, at least, I’m comfortable
with no one around me. Continue reading
Hey Girl in the Mirror
The Scrooge of Halloween
Which Witch?
Which witch are you looking for?
Which witch will you burn?
Which witch did you so wrong?
Which witch took a left turn? Continue reading
If only I had known
If I had known today
that this was going to be
the very last day of summer
I would have treated it differently. Continue reading
The Art of Letting Go
Waning Enthusiasm
I once was excited
as energized as could be. Continue reading
Ode to Summer
So much for the great outdoors.
The sun is too hot
and dried my lips.
Now a cold sore I got. Continue reading