Poems from Mr. Robin Butler
When the boy was little,
he dreamed of having wings.
Like an angel, he could rise,
and forget all earthly things.
When the boy became a...
She stands atop our tallest structures,She stands low upon the ground.She stands across our nations,And where our soldiers may be found....
And so the time has come as it has before,Where one can win the battle but also lose the war.It is this conflict that marks this time of...
A guitar, like I play, makes music with its strings.
They vibrate the air around them and seemingly sing as they start to ring.
Plug in a...