His Eyes Were Watching Me
Tall and powerfulHis sharp eyes were watching meReady to defendThe fine dame and precious clutch,I leave the nesting pair be p.s. Happy Midsummer to all who cel...
Tag: tanka poem
Language is a Bridge
on arable land a receptive plant blossoms and flowers with heart smile their language a linking bridge for the young to see sun rise For Midweek Motif, bridge, ...