Between father and sunset I sit down
\na child again on his back steps
\nwhere eyes follow foothills
\nto long memorized mountains.<\/p>\n
His hearing nearly gone
\nI shout in his good ear
\nabout noisy peepers
\nand cars roaring home
\ndown his country road.<\/p>\n
Yes, it\u2019s peaceful here,<\/em> he agrees<\/p>\n so we share the view instead weight-watchers?<\/em> ruminants?<\/em> a string of full and satisfying words Stumbling Home Between father and sunset I sit down a child again on his back steps where eyes follow foothills to long memorized mountains. His hearing nearly gone I shout in his good ear about noisy peepers and cars roaring home down his country road. Yes, it\u2019s peaceful here, he agrees so we share the … Continue reading Jane McPhetres Johnson<\/span>
\nstill awhile until we see them
\nsingle-file, heads over heels
\nlowing, the cows stumble home<\/p>\n
\nI want to tease him<\/p>\n
\nI want to ask<\/p>\n
\nwho know their way home
\nby heart.\t<\/p>\n
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