Little Beau
Little Beau By Betty Hebert (C)1993 All Rights Reserved In a canyon, near the desert We had a placer mine. Carl and I and little Beau, We got along just fine. Beau was two when we went out, And now he’s nearly four. We liked the country and the life, And never asked for more. [...]
The Quilt and The Cowboy
The Quilt and The Cowboy By Betty Hebert (C) 2001 All Rights Reserved When my parents traveled westward And left our eastern farm, My grandma gave us each a quilt, To always keep us warm. With colors of a rainbow, On a September morn, And made of many tiny scraps, From dresses we had worn. [...]
The Climbing Rose
The Climbing Rose By Betty Hebert (C) 1997 All Rights Reserved I’m beautiful, so I’ve been told, But if you won’t think I’m too bold, I’d rather be a daisy, white, That seems to catch the golden light Of sunshine in its center eye. The thorns around me make me cry And though you think [...]
