Wild Rose Reader

   Yesterday, I watched my granddaughter Julia as she looked out the side door at two gray squirrels scampering along the old rock ...

I apologize for being absent from Wild Rose Reader for so long. It has been an especially busy and hectic summer for me. Just this...

Backyard Mermaids is a memoir poem. It relates a memory of one of the summer experiences I had with two of my first cousins at the ho...

  Every now and then, I like to write poems about a particular subject in a number of different ways. I have arranged the following thre...

One of my favorite sounds is that of crickets chirping on summer nights. I haven’t had the opportunity to listen to them lately beca...