This poem describes a view of the landscape beyond a highway, where fields and fences create a patchwork pattern across the land. I am writing to compare this landscape to quilts that pioneer women once made.

An everyday observation of the Texas hunting culture and its provisions for those in need.

The poem came out of the joy I find returning to my roots, sitting around the coffee table at The Dairy Queen with my elders.

This poem of heritage reflects upon the lost power and control of Paris, once one of the most influential cities of Texas.