Poems about life on a farm. At the top of a hill. Close to the county line. The rust on the silos. Down a old gravel road. On a hill I go home. Where good people love me. A place out in the country. That i call Home sweet home.

Pictures taken on the Ohio Backroads. On October 9, 2011 by connetta. On September 6, 2011 by connetta. On September 24, 2010 by connetta. On July 28, 2010 by connetta.

Poetry about faith in God and His promice. February 26, 2010 by romancingtheseason. If you get close enough. February 26, 2010 by romancingtheseason. Today I took a quiet walk. Listening to the graveyard talk. Silent voices ment to be read.

Poetry about family and everyday things. As I walked in the graveyard. Like I so often do. I found a small headstone. With an old Concrete shoe. It seemed to be worn from. Time spent on top of a stone. Yet it seemed to fit perfect. Like it felt right at home. I thought of the strong winds. That did not make it fall. The snow and the ice storms. The rain and sunshine it saw. I thought of the days. After days that it stood. On a hill all alone.

Sort of like a bridge. April is great ya know? It has to rain. On cold late night mornings.