Poem: History Road

Standing on the banks of a dirt brown river
Looking back at the road already traveled
And contemplating where the next one
Might lead us as I reach out searching
For her hand to take it in mine she pulls
Away and walks to the sandy banks picking
Rocks up trying to skip them on the water

Poem: There She Waits as the Wind Gently Cries

A girl in red stands on hillside
as the wind gently cries
it blows drying her tears
as the wind gently cries

She watches for boats at sea
as the wind gently cries
watching for a single ship
as the wind gently cries

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