Dark as pitch,

When darkness left Iowa morning,

Not dawn yet,

Sun was hinted at,

And yet no where near,

Like a box of cloudy thick white air,

You can not see the cloud you ride in until the fog is white,

No road signs,

Ditches there but not visible,

A world forgotten,


No fields,

Live stocks,

No corn,

Going to collect Penny in Oelwein a vopine critter strutter viligent across the country Iowan road,

After I collected Penny nothing,

It was like we rode in a Horton dust ball on a stick,

That’s how it was,

We were a cotton ball,

Visible twenty feet in front of us,

Like Brigadoon,

When my Chevy reached the ridge,

Calmar Iowa lay before us,

Calmar Iowa the best Food bank in Iowa,

Visible blessed by Angels,

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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