Silent daybreakMy heart skips as tears escapethe puddles of my eyes No questionsNow, as back on that somber mornSinking to my knees Today, remembering anguish, fear, yes- and pain "My country, 'tis of thee." ©Nancilynn Saylor 09/11/2017

“Sing for your supper and you’ll get breakfast! Songbirds always eat…”

Northern Cardinals, Tufted Titmice, and Chickadees, and thean occasional Sparrow or two,drop in and fly out of the feeders as if it were the checkout line at a cafeteria White Wing Doves know they are safe at the big wooden feeder in the Sycamore tree; it's hunting season but still they gorge as if is […]