12 September 2020
Twilight band – a short poem
A tract of landFar away from the noiseWhere blows the cold windI want to be thereNot in dreamsBut in real….To listen whatThe little birds sayWhen they make a nestWith with some twigs and hay….Oh ! Clouds are movingWhat I see a little princessSmiling and laughingOn this lovely day….I hold a pen andSit under a treeMoving up and downTo make my...
