Monday, April 18, 2016



We went back to Nebraska
just that once.
My brother's wealth was hard

on your Pa.
All of it --
tidy barn, grass in the yard,

and Jack in hand-me-downs
holding tight
to that car,

not wanting to leave it
for our dry and dusty
struggle of a farm.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016


  1. The stories you are telling…Holy cow! Are you SURE these are not real stories????

    And once again, your line breaks, actually I guess it's more where you are breaking for stanzas, intrigue me. I'd love to hear more about how you are making those decisions.

  2. Two hours in the dentist chair this afternoon leaves me feeling not very poetic. Sorry!

    "Movin' On"

    for now, a pedal car's swell,
    but soon, I'll move on
    to bigger and better
    I'll need a scooter
    a flashy red bike
    and then perhaps
    I'll build a go-cart
    to be followed
    by a Model T
    a guy's gotta

    make his way

    in the big,
    wide world…

    (C) Carol Wilcox, 2016