Midnite
A little scragly when he was born, But I reckon he will be just fine. All legs and no balance, It’ll all work out in time. Big brown eyes that… Read more »
Tag Archives: Steve Cook
The Smokies
The sun rises a little slower here It’s been coming over these mountains for thousands of years. When time began their majestic blue peaks touched the sky Through the many… Read more »
Colors
The colors came back to the trees Yellow, red and bright orange leaves, The azure fall sky so deep so blue Mornings bring a twinge of winters Que. The nostrils… Read more »
Cowboy
Hot coffee on a cold day The smell of fresh cut hay. Leather creaking on the horses back Bologna sandwich and chips in a brown paper sack. Soft leather boots… Read more »