I’m in the tall, green grass.
When I go back to Dallas
I’ll hug my brother like
I’m coming home from far away places.
The sun sets over the plains,
splashing colors like a painter on the
blue sky canvas.
by Grant McLaughlin Little man, don’t go work in towers. Don’t forget the sunshine on your face, don’t make too much money, and don’t forget to take care of your family. Little man don’t wear shoes in the backyard. Don’t drive places you can walk to, don’t forget to get your Mama flowers and takeContinue reading “Little Man”