"What's that mountain called?" they ask As it stands stark against the sky. Glancing towards the smaller peak, "It's called Bluff Mountain," I reply. As larger ridges arrest their gaze, Bluff Mountain retains my own. A precious memory captures my heart, When Daddy took me there alone. Then I was just a little girl Traipsing… Continue reading Bluff Mountain

Everywhere our eyes would look, There were treasures to be found: A tricycle, a bicycle And toys just sitting around. A baby doll carriage just for me, A stove and refrigerator, Bright ribbons we could tie in bows And fix our hair with later. We made the longest chain we could From coke can tabs… Continue reading A Poor Child’s Treasures