#proudlypoet

Every season has its special beauty and autumn is no exception. Watching the trees turn from a uniform green to all varieties of gold, yellow and red is a spectacular experience. One can almost be blinded

Whether one is watching a thrilling thunderstorm or looking up at a mighty tree, the experience of nature is one of awe. One cannot help but marvel at the intricate design of a single leaf, or the roar

Here stood our ancestral home: The crumbling wall marks the spot. Here a sheep was led to slaughter To appease the gods and atone For faults which our destiny Has blossomed into crimes. There my cursed

CHILD River bird, river bird, Sitting all day long On hook over grass, River bird, river bird, Sing to me a song Of all that pass And say, Will mother come back today? BIRD You cannot know And should not