A fun haiku I banged out on the typewriter some time ago. Inspired by watching rain fall on the downtown Square here in West Plains.
In the Ozarks, one of the first signs of summer’s transition to fall is the turning and falling of walnut leaves.
With school back in session, I thought it appropriate to post a poem about one of my inspirational elementary school teachers. I changed his name and took poetic license, but the sentiment rings true. I hope you can relate.
This an ode to Taco Hut of West Plains.
For those of us who remember . . .