Add to ORKGRosie threw the dishwater out the back door and watched it trickle over the rutted ground, which was covered with a gray frothy crust from the washwater and the dishwasher that had been thrown there for years..
THE child sat on a pillow at her mother\u27s feet, wide-eyed, - straining to hear the conversation...
It was threshing day at Frank Andrew\u27s place. The yard was filled with horses and racks and wagon...
O NCE long ago in a land far away, there was a magic forest. Few people ever ventured into the fores...
Jeanie! A figure clad in overalls stood half-way up the alley by Miss Budd\u27s big tree..
I pause and watch the mallards spear The air in long, ragged V-lines, Ragged like the stalk-littered...
SWINGING her bare feet to the lowest branch, Francie Olson slid out of the apple tree, skinned her e...
Gone the flour-sprinkled apron, the wrinkled hand Tha t soothed my moistened cheek when lightning fl...
APPLE-BLOSSOM shampoo, whipped to creamy-fluffiness, trickled behind Mary Lou\u27s ears, over her fa...
LINDI, I\u27m bubbling. Bubbled all the way down the stairs and left the bobby pins and epithelial c...
MA W , do you want a drink? Minnie looked up at the small boy. She rose to her feet, straightened h...
The rain was plopping down in curious little pats, almost nondescript they were so weak, but she was...
Anna Mae scooped the chicken mash out of the blue printed sack into the feed bucket..
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
Bare branches reach upward in silent symphony of grace to web ashen sky with delicate pattern and I,...
BEYOND the bend in the road, an old stone house sat sphinxlike in the morning sun..
THE child sat on a pillow at her mother\u27s feet, wide-eyed, - straining to hear the conversation...
It was threshing day at Frank Andrew\u27s place. The yard was filled with horses and racks and wagon...
O NCE long ago in a land far away, there was a magic forest. Few people ever ventured into the fores...
Jeanie! A figure clad in overalls stood half-way up the alley by Miss Budd\u27s big tree..
I pause and watch the mallards spear The air in long, ragged V-lines, Ragged like the stalk-littered...
SWINGING her bare feet to the lowest branch, Francie Olson slid out of the apple tree, skinned her e...
Gone the flour-sprinkled apron, the wrinkled hand Tha t soothed my moistened cheek when lightning fl...
APPLE-BLOSSOM shampoo, whipped to creamy-fluffiness, trickled behind Mary Lou\u27s ears, over her fa...
LINDI, I\u27m bubbling. Bubbled all the way down the stairs and left the bobby pins and epithelial c...
MA W , do you want a drink? Minnie looked up at the small boy. She rose to her feet, straightened h...
The rain was plopping down in curious little pats, almost nondescript they were so weak, but she was...
Anna Mae scooped the chicken mash out of the blue printed sack into the feed bucket..
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
Bare branches reach upward in silent symphony of grace to web ashen sky with delicate pattern and I,...
BEYOND the bend in the road, an old stone house sat sphinxlike in the morning sun..
THE child sat on a pillow at her mother\u27s feet, wide-eyed, - straining to hear the conversation...
It was threshing day at Frank Andrew\u27s place. The yard was filled with horses and racks and wagon...
O NCE long ago in a land far away, there was a magic forest. Few people ever ventured into the fores...