Home is
where you go
when the lone whippoorwill
calls.


Home is
where you go
before the first snow
falls.





By Rod (AMPAW@aol.com)


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Watch these pages for more poems by Rod.
In the meantime, click the links below for
poems and stories by our other authors.


A Thanksgiving Prayer

Dead End Road

Simple Pleasures

Turkey Lunch

Lothario

You Grow Cold

The Turkey's Lament

The Leaves Of Fall



And.......for many others, click the index image.



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