Monday, September 12, 2016
Bang!
That's my favorite word from Gavin's great haiku:
A field with pheasants.
Flush. Bang. Dang! He flies away.
First miss of the year.
You really have to be from Baylor to understand the Farmer's, but if you are you will:
May not feel like fall
here 'till TCU game or
even Kansas State.
Christine went right to the heart of one of my favorite things:
The Farmers Market
So many types of apples
Sweet, crunchy, tart, crisp.
Meanwhile, it seem that the Medievalist forgot that he lives in Texas!
Shorter days are here
The heat of summer dwindles,
Soon frost coats the mind.
A field with pheasants.
Flush. Bang. Dang! He flies away.
First miss of the year.
You really have to be from Baylor to understand the Farmer's, but if you are you will:
May not feel like fall
here 'till TCU game or
even Kansas State.
Christine went right to the heart of one of my favorite things:
The Farmers Market
So many types of apples
Sweet, crunchy, tart, crisp.
Meanwhile, it seem that the Medievalist forgot that he lives in Texas!
Shorter days are here
The heat of summer dwindles,
Soon frost coats the mind.
