Watching From The Field

Out in the field there is a man made of straw. He is a silent protector of the crops. The man watches over the field both day and night. Just standing there with his arms outstretched. His job is to stand there scaring away the birds. For if he doesn't, they will swarm the crops... Continue Reading →

Summer’s Descent

Stale heat on my face and stale air in my lungs. Summer is casting long shadows across my face. Sidewalks are baking and the sky is clear. The sun is oppressing and fans are our only salvation. The pool water is just as hot as the asphalt. Cookies baking on the sidewalk. Popsicles are puddles.... Continue Reading →

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