Poems from GeneticBlend
The dim yellow
beam
of the flash light
carves a
path
through the
clutter
of old tools and antiques
as I...
In distant lands
On foreign sands
Our soldiers fight
To keep our rights
Tanks roar
Planes soar
Bullets fly
No place to hide
There were men...
I am a listener,
Awakening to the sounds of the day,
Swaying to the whispering rhythms that no one else can hear,
And feeling cool, like...