“ The cost to reconnect animals to live in natural settings without human support is a debt that many animals in transition must honor with their lives. Young Tim
“ Little Joe was still behind him. Eli could feel it. He wanted to look back, but he couldn’t. The tears were too close. If he were Fancy, he’d turn around and kick and buck and moo and do just about an… Sandra Neil Wallace
“ They got a manure machine in there,” Keller said. He went up to the barn and peeked through a hole between tow boards. “On wheels. It’s fun to ride sometimes, when you don’t care how you smell. Sandra Neil Wallace
“ I walked through the house to the back porch and found the screen door covered top to bottom, side to side, with cats meowing for food. . . . They were so thick on the door I could barely see the ligh… Earl B. Russell
“ We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard and entering the bright, warm kitchen. We are home again. Arlene Stafford-Wilson
“ The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the b… Arlene Stafford-Wilson
“ On harsh, frigid January days, when the winds are relentless and the snow piles up around us, I often think of our small feathered friends back on the Third Line. I wonder if the old feeder is still s… Arlene Stafford-Wilson
“ Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven,And imprint forever upon our heartsThat this is homeand that we are loved. Arlene Stafford-Wilson
“ As I string, a swift rhythm is played out with my hands, a cadence known only to those who have strung tobacco. To many of the poor workers, the meter and rhythm of stringing tobacco is the only poetr… Brenda Sutton Rose
“ Mark came home late one frozen Sunday carrying a bag of small, silver fish. They were smelts, locally known as icefish. He’d brought them at the store in the next town south, across from which a littl… Kristin Kimball
“ In the shop, breathing the scent of dusty grease and oil; in the old house, staring into the living room where Dad and Jake used to take naps together on the couch; in the sheep barn, remembering the… Julene Bair
