Fly strips hair,

Driving down Iowa”s mean streets, Two days ago, Stifled a giggle, Something in serious voice was I told,, Neighbor whose flies are many like mine, Got fly strip in hair, All I could say was oh my, Then I said once I turned to fast and had fly strip clinging to my face, It’s easier

Mingled voices

Fog rolls across the praire, Damp mist in air, I sit, Voices evoke a different place, Other deep setteled memories, Memories filled with faces, Ghost from better times, Echoing my mine ‘I love you!’ Is it an apparation? Was my I love you the only words felt? My thoughts lost in sound, Too many to

My sister Judy

No blood links us, Adopted she was by me, Met playing words with friends, Trump supporter four years ago, Like the song from the nineteen seventies, ‘Blinded by the light!’ Not alone sure that what America needed was a business man, trump wealthy spoiled brat, No callus on his hands, No heart in his chest,

Decadent

A good Wisconsin beer Women with great legs Your moms cooking{ if she cooked like my mom} A good running vehical And Stay Calm Gonna blow Your mind! Are you ready? Are you old enough? A full Pantry! That’s right my goberment check Spent on shoes mine were tossed by an old women because my

Spring Iowa birds singing

Chapter 13,Lancaster County Amish Christmas by Suzanne Woods Fisher

Chapter 10,Lancaster County Amish Christmas by Suzanne Woods Fisher

Chapter 9,Lancaster County Amish Christmas by Suzanne Woods Fisher

Chapter 8b,Lancaster County Amish Christmas by Suzanne Woods Fisher

Mary Gunn’s story

Just sharing.This is Mary’s story. February 20th,2020 Last night I made a joke that some of my friends did not understand. I said no more politics , let’s talk about religion. It could have started another fire storm, If I offended anyone i apologize. I don’t have a church but I do believe there is