Friday, January 20, 2017

The next poem

is in the hands of the folks we love

in the food shared

1 comment:

  1. Song to Forget It All

    Haven't we a penny for the little lass stranded on the hill?
    butter and the bread she bakes fresh from the mill
    Isn't it a pretty day, the sun on yonder farms
    and wouldn't I be a happy lad if I were in her arms
    And what of the dancing dreams
    Those we shared when we were young and free
    Where can we find them now
    In this land of our destiny?