Sunflowers reach up to the sparkling September sky, Soaking up the last days of summer as they fly by.
The two old fisherman sat at the same dock every day. They each arrived at precisely 6am, greeted eachother with a nod or a simple "how ya do?". It was a retoricle question of course. Tom and Red had ...
This is a poem about a favorite constant in my life that only seems to change when I am not there.
Sunflowers reach up to the sparkling September sky, Soaking up the last days of summer as they fly by.
The two old fisherman sat at the same dock every day. They each arrived at precisely 6am, greeted eachother with a nod or a simple "how ya do?". It was a retoricle question of course. Tom and Red had ...
This is a poem about a favorite constant in my life that only seems to change when I am not there.