“Powwow Grounds At Night” by Michael Daugherty

Woodsmoke permeates the air.Hushed sounds of campers talking.Bugs singing their midnight songs.Crunching sound of spirits walking.Dirt paths and valley hills.The slight echo of Hank Williams soul.Merle Haggard, George Jones,and maybe some David Allen Coe.The pitter padder of the little people.Things going missing from the table.The sound of the fresh flowing spring;Fresh enough to sip from … Continue reading “Powwow Grounds At Night” by Michael Daugherty