Clouds hang like a low ceiling under the limitless night sky
The crickets play a symphony for the coming fall
A loon adds it's sad song to the music
The breeze whispers through the trees
Lending it's voice to the tune
No audience is necessary for these performers
They play till the sun pushes the moon from the sky
A new chorus greats the day...
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Poems...
PoetryJust a collection of poems that I've written over the years. I have notebooks full of my rambling & I thought I might post some of the better ones for any who would like to take a look. I do not profess to be very good, I just write whatever I feel...
