through rain again
the wet grass too high
dreams of desert sunshine
birdsong from the tree
a little empty nest
jeans full of poems
graduation party
going with the musicians
singing the old songs
the wet grass too high
dreams of desert sunshine
birdsong from the tree
a little empty nest
jeans full of poems
graduation party
going with the musicians
singing the old songs
Lorna, your second poem is delightful.
ReplyDeleteI love the old songs best! Songs from my parents' day, the music I was raised on.
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