Tag Archives: ACAA

OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT OUR CHILDREN…

Posted on June 9, 2015 by georgialeesays

Call me Saint Francis of Suburbia. My back yard is an official Natural Habitat. It’s easy. Go online, check off: Feeders, Water, Trees, and the like, pay $25 (yard flag) up to $100-plus (a bronze plaque) I went with the … Continue reading →

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BRIEF CANDLES – AN HOUR ONSTAGE

Posted on March 8, 2015 by georgialeesays

At the end of life, the very old shrink into child-size imitations of the towering adults their children knew. Not my parents, I would have thought as a child, if I’d ever imagined such a thing. Not my parents. Those … Continue reading →

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THE TURNING TIDE – A POEM

Posted on November 15, 2014 by georgialeesays

THE TURNING TIDE I don’t sail there it’s not my sea But fallen blood flows back to me Not the fools crimson carnival ride But dark Alabama, deep and wide From the home never lost I … Continue reading →