Ummm…Excuse Me, Ma’am?
In New York, the western part, On micro roads, not found on a chart, Fields, farms and pastures galore, Acres between each lonely barn door. Cruising down the tiny lanes, Suddenly, my neck swivels and cranes! There, riding on her bladed throne, A country woman, her grass half-mown. “Look!” I squeal, and point […]Read More