Understanding your Pain will make us whole again

Feeling Red, Feeling White, Feeling Blue

America Unity is within you

Pray our leaders take a stand

Do what's right for every woman

and every man

Feeling Red, Feeling White, Feeling Blue

America unity is within you

Paying for a veteran meal or two

Loving people of every hue

America you know what we've got to do!

Feeling Red, Feeling White, Feeling Blue

America unity is within you

Pray we all take a stand

Do what is right for every woman

and every man

How wonderful it would be

if hatred could give way to

love and unity!

Feeling Red, Feeling White, Feeling Blue

America unity is within you

Glory, Glory!! to you

#America #UnityAnthemfor America #Love

I pulled the old black case out of the basement closet, dragging it up two flights of stairs to pack what my daughter might need for rehab. How can the objects I put in there tell her how much I want her to quit putting heroin in her veins and put LOVE in her heart instead. Please respond to your program, and not die by the randomness of a drug overdose.

I packed a childhood pillowcase hoping she would remember how innocent she was. I wrote inspirational quotes on notecards to put in the pocket of her favorite jeans. I packed a plastic toy horse called Spirit. I packed her some shampoo hoping she would rub some sense into her head. I packed some fish oil for her brain to heal. I packed the quilt her grandmother gave her. I packed cute shirts we bought together. I packed lavender soap hoping it would help her relax. I packed a fresh towel to use when she washed herself clean. I packed watercolors and paintbrushes since she used to love to paint.

As I struggled a little with the zipper, I said “You will live.”

- Sara Leslie Camacho October 9th, 2019

I want to put my roots down

in a new primal dwelling

to live and be smelling

all that is aground

I want to walk fresh faced in the morning

to view the fog rising

To hear Hark the Harold rooster crowing

at first sight of ultraviolet light

I want to walk by browned, forgotten cornstalks

shoe tips wet from the dew of the vetch

Thinking of leopard frogs hibernating in the pond

and my childish self searching for ancient crinoids

burying my roots in the Tennessee soil

while hearing the hens a cackling as I saunter away

into a gold, orange, and brown carpet of hay

Leslie Camacho

Copyright 10 31 2020

I really want feedback on this. Thanks Prose readers!

#poetry #farmlife #fossils #home #dwellings #chickens

I want to put my roots down

in a new primal dwelling

to live and be smelling all that is aground

I want to walk fresh faced in the morning

to view the fog rising from a farm pond

Gold, Auburn, Brown and Orange leaves carpeting my steps

To hear Hark the Harold rooster crowing

at first sight of ultraviolet light

I want to walk by browned, forgotten cornstalks

shoe tips wet from the dew of the vetch

Thinking of leopard frogs hibernating in the pond

and my childish self searching for ancient crinoids

burying my roots in the Tennessee soil

and hearing the hens a cackling as I saunter away

Leslie Camacho

Copyright 10 31 2020

I really want feedback on this. Thanks Prose readers!

#farmlife #fossils #home #dwellings #chickens