In these poems, see your world differently: Cheerios and grandchildren, shooting a BB gun and looking at a hole in the ground, Pillsbury Frozen Biscuits and November leaves. Read them and find a magic hidden and waiting to be found in these earthy, daily moments. Not pious nor preachy, the poems illumine all of us and all we do.
In these poems, see your world differently: Cheerios and grandchildren, shooting a BB gun and looking at a hole in the ground, Pillsbury Frozen Biscuits and November leaves. Read them and find a magic hidden and waiting to be found in these earthy, daily moments. Not pious nor preachy, the poems illumine all of us and all we do.