Breathing heavy. Muscles sore. Soon no need to climb much more. I need a drink. I stop to rest. A peaceful rock I spot to sit.
By Dani McUmber5 months ago in Poets
They say birds need Hollow bones to fly-- It makes more sense as years pass by. The place I used to hold so dear How did it get so lonely here?
Bright red anger, shining so. Rage like I have never known. Tear stained cheeks are all I see. Face purple and bruised because of me.
By Dani McUmber3 years ago in Poets
This house I know deep in my soul. What does it want? I do not know. Sometimes, it appears exactly the same. Other times, changing, completely rearranged.
The farm I know. The road I don't, even though I've driven past it hundreds of times. I'm excited to meet Mr. Johnny. He's the farmer who will give me what I need before I go on to my final destination, the workers' farm.
