A Christmas Poem.

This is the way it happens out in the hot country night life. It’s a story that repeats itself often in this less prentious world of country boots, cowboy hats and blue jeans painted on pretty derrieres. You may have heard something like it in a country song.

This is the way it happens out in the hot country night life. It’s a story that repeats itself often in this less prentious world of country boots, cowboy hats and blue jeans painted on pretty derrieres. You may have heard something like it in a country song.

Life.

First in a series of short poems. Hope you enjoy!

This is an account of a strange incident that happened to me about fifteen years ago. Was it a UFO? It was to me because I couldn’t identify the object. Can you?

Sometimes I excitedly shiver when the scrapers and bright lights are in view.