Nelmsludwig's Poems

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Another Visit to Bob Johnson’s Department Store It was always a treat traveling thirteen miles to town. Especially a treat if going to Bob Johnson’s Department Store. For these infrequent trips, Mom always dressed me in my Sunday Best. An Argo laundry starched, and pressed church dress... – *by Sandra Nelms-Ludwig*	3 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Visiting Bob Johnson’s Department Store In the early 60’s when I was around six or seven years old riding thirteen miles into town in my Dad’s old wooden sided station wagon was a real treat. Shucks, it was a treat for any chap in my rural community. It was time to dress... – *by Sandra Nelms-Ludwig*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating
No Reverence Two young men were brutally slaughtered., on a street corner, in our small town. Blood flowed freely filling cracked cemented crevices, of a walkway leading nowhere. They were gunned down, by one whose color belies a kinship. Skins... – *by Sandra Nelms-Ludwig*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Ashtray A cigarette dangled from his lips as he entered the room. His brooding scowl scared her into immediate silence. She knew tip-toeing carefully around his mood was the least perilous path. Must try avoiding the virulent violence hovering on... – *by Sandra Nelms-Ludwig*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating