Poems and stories from Down on the Farm
He looked at me, I looked at him. He smiled, I smiled. He chirped, I chirped. He turned his head, so I turned my head. He looked down, I looked up. He stayed, I continued on.
Take a journey through the looking glass
There’s a turtle at the end of the rainbow
With eyes as old as the passing ages
Remembering the way streams used to flow
Journeying time with the History Pages
Audie’s favorite morning habit; Counting Crows