the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...
Thursday, 13 December 2012
Denny E. Marshall - 1 Poem
From the top of the hill Walk down into the valley The trees are mighty Gentle to the breeze The road is pleasant And the grass green See her standing On the path in dress Stroll and talk Stopping at a bench The comfort spreads Belongs to napping In holding arms Felt like real sleep Dreams of walking The morning brings
Bio:Denny E. Marshall has had art & poetry recently published and rejected.