Papaw’s Giant Horses

This is a children’s poem inspired not only by my deep love of all things equine, but it is based on a story Mom once told me. She would visit her grandparent’s farm, and loved to watch the big draft horses as Grandpa worked with them. One day he lifted her up and put her

Blossom in the rock

We all want to know where we come from. My mom once told me a story about one of my great grandmothers, Leviniah Blevins, and that story has stuck with me for a long time. I feel the kinship with my great grandmothers and great grandfathers, and I have tried to honor them with words.