A Christmas Poem in March

Off in the distance Faint Christmas lights glow A little way named Sims Lane It’s a deep country road. A little pearl colored house  with a sturdy rock bottom  My grandpa build it by hand Hands worn but still solid. Pulling up in the drive,  Strung icicle lights Chimney smoke rises up,  Into winter’s darkContinue reading “A Christmas Poem in March”