What have we done
to the Wild Frontier?
Buildings going up everywhere.
What cost will our great grandchildren pay,
Once we're finished paving the way?
Good ol' days soon forgotten.
They say Jesse Woodson James was a gang leader, a murderous thief.
Ladies of the night were treated like ladies, wearing red lipstick, and a smile.
Now if you give a man an inch, he'll always try to get a mile.
Time changes everything that gets in it's path.
It's the rainy day blues got me feeling sentimental.
I need a hot bath and a little sleep before my thoughts go off the deep,
Should I feel guilt for turning a cold shoulder to feminist debate?
Making a home used to mean more too.
I'll dream of an outlaw with the same point of view, or two.
Written by: Donetta Sifford
for Magpie Tales
Monday, February 1, 2016
Friday, December 25, 2015
Friday, September 4, 2015
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Nervously, I smile as Mom snaps pictures of Trevor and myself going on our first date. Almost to Trevor's car, Dad is yelling, "Lisa, watch out!" I spot my brother laughing at the side entrance just as our three Rottweilers pounce us.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Appearance and first impressions
always played in her favor
years ago when her olive skin,
tanned legs, and easy smile
made men and women drool.
Staring into the mirror,
all traces of that hip girl
Replaced with wrinkles,
leathery skin, hollow eyes,
Life played cruel games.
donetta sifford 7/5/2015
Written for: Grammar Ghoul Press