
The Fifth
“What a foolish man/I am/To think that I can beat….”
For friends working through this illness!
“What a foolish man/I am/To think that I can beat….”
For friends working through this illness!
“She is shrinking/Inside herself…”
Written for my mother
“Come to my garden/Let the stillness and/Peace of Nature…”
Finding a peaceful nook in a busy world is about how you view where you are!
“In the early morning/On a cold November Day/The Hunters crossed the river…”
This poem won the Battle of the Windmill Poetry Contest in 2018
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