Dog Eat Butterfly - Travis E. Rich - Bog

Time was... ahhh yes... there once was a time solong ago when you came up out of Tupelo on Old Tremont Road, the road cut deep into the rolling hills of Itawamba Ridge laying bare slopes of iron red clay that had lain still and quiet for millions of years where the fine long leaf pines reached up high for the sun... tall and lean... shimmering in the warm Spring sun... the fresh new pines needles sprouting out yellow green and not hard green like the like the needles that had borne the hard cold of Winter...