
My mother’s favorite,
first of the season,
a family in the same bed
across the creek all these years,
she mentioned fondly
when I was a boy.

Photo: March 24, 2009

My mother’s favorite,
first of the season,
a family in the same bed
across the creek all these years,
she mentioned fondly
when I was a boy.

Photo: March 24, 2009
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2026, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged Baby Blue Eyes, bed, family, wilflowers
NATIVE HARMONIES: ranch porems





