barbed-wire fence wears its fall wreath today captured tumbleweeds
mourning dove forever asking who ever wonder why?
wren melodies pour in my open window bubble tea
thistle burrs fasten on all who pass besetting sins
Published by Christine Goodnough
I'm a wife, mom & grandma, homemaker, avid reader, blogger, and nature lover enjoying country living. I write short stories, poems, and share life experiences, adding a dash of humor whenever I can.
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