Parker Creek Air by Wanda Hughes

Parker Creek Air The summer I was 12 we moved to Parker Creek Way out of town in an old farm house No insulation, the mornings were cold and the air sweet With the scent of new-mown hay heavy in the air We poached deer from the apple orchard Caught catfish from the creek, ate...

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Wanda Hughes
Wanda Hughes

I've been a writer almost all my life, not published but making up stories and writing them down. It's now a time in my life when I want to make a more serious effort to publish. So I'm glad of a place where I can go to write, publish, learn and grow with others of like mind.

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