Flatland Philosopher

Storms

Storms By Chris McClure  Contributing Editor   When the wind blows And the dust rolls There can still be peace within. Our anchor holds Despite

The Yard Bird

The Yard Bird By Chris McClure  Contributing Editor   Grasshoppers and beetles, seeds, nuts and fruits, Contentedly clucking and picking at roots A gray-feathered hen

The Futures Market 

The Futures Market  By Chris McClure  Contributing Editor   The futures market has been described As just like riding broncs;  You’re up, then down and

Flatland Philosopher: Going Fishing

Going Fishing Bawling calves and hanging dust That gets in ears and forms a crust Around the nostrils and the lips; The contest has commenced