A Book of Poetry

for dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return

When on the farm you learn to live with and tolerate dust: from the fields, the roads, blown in the air from afar, and death.


Dust on the horizon

appeared in the heat's mirage

Grandpa, the only one looking said,

something's coming

never there 'less something's happening.


Watch for Clara May and Frieda as they bring you those naughty men of the square


Square Affair

Cows Pee Where They're Standing

Have you ever seen a cow piss or take a dump? It sprays everywhere. No way am I sleeping at her butt or any cow’s butt.