Tangled Country Roots
Friday, December 10, 2010
After the Blizzard
The sun peaks over the silo
As she presses her nose to the cold glass
Staring at her father
As he sets shovel to snow
To clear a path
To the red weathered barn door
Starting his day’s work
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