Poems from mccoycrawford
Quarters, nickels, and dimes can change hands every day.
Each face different, but to a child, they only see them as gray.
Open your hearts...
Leafs leave in the winter
and return in the spring.
Like how the elderly pass
and babies are born.
we laugh, live, and learn.
boys and...
Dry Eyes
By McCoy Crawford
Students drop in like rain from their previous classes
The teacher sets up the projector
“What did the yeast...