Schemes, Dreams, and Some Thoughts on Poetry
Daffodils, 1950
On a country road not far from where I live, there's a house I never notice except in the spring.
The Road to Culpeper
A torn flag hangs From the balcony of a two-story Shack; fields of corn give way
The Road to the Dump: A Love Story
To get to the county dump, I take Mount Sharon Road. It’s a quiet country lane lined with farmland and mountain views. In the late afternoon, the light is fantastic.