I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Poetry Monday
One of Those Days By. H.A. Handy Copyright (c) 2006 by H.A. Handy
Too hot outside Too cold inside No hot coffee Too much stuff is in the floor Life goes on It whirls at you like A propeller of chainsaws Yeah It's one of those days.
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