A retired truck driver writing poetry that rolled around in my head for many years.
On the lake The fish are not biting so good So I sit back, relax, watching, The activity in the neighborhood A family of geese swimming
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
Take my hand my lovely friend And across the room we’ll glide Time will stand still, lacking an end While our hearts in this moment abide
The giant amphibious prehistoric reptilian. That emerged so discreetly from the Sea of Japan Breathing fire like a furnace, killing civilians
The giant amphibious prehistoric reptilian That emerged so discreetly from the Sea of Japan Breathing fire like furnace, killing civilians
