Category: Poetry
Underneath the summer moon I dreamt a dream of hope The world is not dead and drear There’s actually magic in the air A flutter of butterfly wings, is it?…
Dream of Hope Underneath the summer moon I dreamed a dream of hope The world is not dead and drear There’s actually magic in the air A flutter of butterfly…
This duck, his name starts as Daffy Down Dilly. I know that sounds silly, But wait! Here’s the rest: McDuck The Third. He is special this duck That’s related to…
Nature Maestro Swinging my baton like a maestro I make my plants grow My baton looks like a shovel my podium like gravel I conduct an orchestra of plants and…
Seems that I have been inspired once again by birds – this time by a sea bird, an egret. I was sitting in a park and a fashionable lady decided…
I gasp at the ruin of the land A tear falls uncontrolled Only to dissipate in the summer heat My heart it aches A sob escapes It lands on the…