Poems from em_c
I fill the emty, pit-like room
Within its chilly, metal hulk
With garments rank and linens soiled
So it can clean them--needed work,
With...
An endless train of hills
Rolls sighing toward the beach;
By us stook in their way
Unhindered as they march
And one by one the shore
They...
In hills beneath a leafy, living sea
I seek elusive gems to see and name.
In their own tongues, some known, some strange to me,
Their...