I Remember

Wild dogs growled

at my brother

and Daddy

declared war on em

down by the creek.

I cringed

when I heard

their dying yelps

from where I stood

on the porch.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

2 thoughts on “I Remember”

  1. your poetry always brings back memories for me…this one made me remember the time grandpa killed his rabbits. my sister and me thought of them as pets and played with them like kittens all summer..I’ll never forget the sounds of them rabbits dying or the idea grandpa had that we was gonna eat them….
    once again. a great poem. thanks.

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  2. Thanks, Connetta, that is the most wonderful compliment. I try to capture experiences from my life, hoping they will touch other people and bless them. It means a lot when someone tells you that you’ve done the thing you hoped to do.

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