Category: Poetry

When shades are drawn on summertime, And the sun refuses to shine. When maple trees take a curtain call, Autumn leaves must fall. When the fields are white to harvest, And silos are full of grain. When roadside stands sell the finest, Autumn leaves must fall. When days are short and nights are long, And…

I wandered early into church, Alone with no one watching. I stood behind the sacred desk, And dreamed a dream pretending. I dreamed a dream when faith began, When dreams were born to treasure. I dreamed a dream that I would chase, Until we lived together. The devil whispered in my ear, When perched upon…