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...