A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.

Okie Poetry This sure am not Hollywood Nineteen forty-one was the year Carl, Sr. and his bashful bride Left the parched and dry farm. They arrived in the coast to the west with two Toddlers in tow. Carl, Jr. and Peggy Sue. The four of them fresh off The Route some called 66. One man’sContinue reading “A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.”

Prose beside the road.

Roadside Poetry. He had his paddle. He served the ball. Across the net. Whizzed a mighty pickleball. Burma shave Go to Burma-Shave – Wikipedia Cute little red fence post signs in sequence about fifty feet apart with humorous limericks. Generally seen out on long stretches of old US highways from the 1940sto the 1970s.