By BR Chitwood * Too many echoes fill the air, Like a dream with too many players… A cow moos in the meadow, Happily chewing its cud and grass… As tears roll down my cheek, With memories of Appalachia Emotions pitch low and high as I guide old Bessie home for milking… The school’s resident … Continue reading "Too Many Echoes"
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