The black wrought iron gate grinds against it's rusty hingesas you try to quietly enter the archaic garden of greenery,and once colorful petals of the..
I was born in a cabin in the hills of Tennessee,I left that cabin to see the world and what it could make of meBut all I learned from leaving those hi..
A lonely old woman walks,Slowly from her domicile,Eyes flashing as a train passes,Closely by the sacred groundsNo longer an ostrich with herHead in th..