Poem

As I look at the summer sky
I could feel the wind blowing
And the cricks singing
Only if I could know
What thoses little creaters were thinking
Do they ever feel helpless?
Or do they have everything they need

Batesville Arkansas

I was born and razied right here in good old Batesville Arkansas. Walking down main street you can feel the home town hopitality and smiles on every faces. You can smell the fresh cooked food coming out of Greasy Spoon but always the harsh smell of the chicken factort. Batesville is now the oldest town in Arkansas witch is pretty crazy to even think what went on in this town 200 years ago.