Funny how life works out. This is the house Bill and I rented for a year in May 1973 when we moved to Montgomery. Billy was a newborn. Bill had started work after graduation from Auburn with Proctor and Gamble. I have clear recollections of that little house and our time there. Now I live just 2 miles from it, after all these years and many moves.
This is a poem I wrote early one morning sitting and looking at the pines in the front yard. I was very happy and content…..
June Christmas Tree
The pre-dawn rain startles the still night
And thunder trumpets above the gentlef
morning songs of the birds.
The sky is brilliant with sharp tongues
of storm fire.
And suddenly, all is quiet.
Rising swiftly, the sun erases all signs
Of the maddening riot, leaving until last
The sparkling clean lights that
Glisten on the needles of pine.
6/25/73 Cathy Boyd Byrd