frontier settlers
are making mud pies
for ranch hands
In The Playhouse
Fences
who is in?
and who is out?
would I stay without them?
At The Boundary We Will Know We Have Met
even in the solitary woods
someone cared
to make good neighbors
Galloping By
in all ways
she came
from the woods
Picket Fences
ignoring the gate
time and weather
pass on through
Fences
keeping out
and keeping in
the work of wire and wood