Archives for: May 2007, 15
The Children of the Rainbow
You could hear them shouting all over the house. Mostly my mother when I came to think of it. She was crying and begging him to stay. Stupid cow, she ought to have known by now, they never stayed, not with Ham around.
Diamond Hill
Clouds roll in over Diamond Hill,
sun slips into the bay.
Sitting on the ridge of Diamond Hill,
seems like I can see tomorrow.
