The Story Place

The wind piles dry leaves against a fencepost.  Branches cracked away from old oaks and beeches litter the ground.  Deer trails disappear into the woods.  Wild turkeys come here for the beechnuts and acorns.  Coyotes come for the wild turkeys.  I’ve come for the stories.  I spent a cold gray afternoon last week at Bayview Cemetery, listening. […]