I’ve never been one,
For wallowing in the past,
But, the falling leaves …
Tag: poverty
Hometown haiku
The calloused farmer
cradles his newly born son,
awkwardly tender.
Hard Times Haiku
Hard Times Haiku
I guess we were poor.
Didn’t know what we were missing.
Quite unlike today.
Hometown Haiku
~ Haiku for My Parents ~
Depression couple,
Never quite got the memo
That it was over.
Poetic Champions 