Poems from author14
When we first dropped our belongings
In the clearing in the forest
Mama said we'd die the first winter.
Papa had been a potter back in...
You stand proud
Overlooking an emerald hill
Sloping down on a turquoise river
In this front your windows shine
Showing a beauty
Your...
Small, and hidden among the hills
We go to receive the joy
Painted white by our own hands
Laboring together in industrial joy
In the...
Sweet spraying kernels
Golden bumps on a hard core
Like a kind person with a stout heart
Bite it and it squirts
Eat like a baby again
Face...
We've been at sea for too long
I'm past illness now
But oh, how I yearn for land
I don't care if it's the New World
I'd even return to...