Tag: poem
The Lonely Sentinel at Old Dorsey Church
“Leave the GPS in the SUV” I tell my grandson We stroll down the old road, abandoned two score years Since the floods of Agnes’ wrath broke its path Slowly reclaimed by nature. “Don’t you…
Burning Thoughts
“Leave the GPS in the SUV” I tell my grandson We stroll down the old road, abandoned two score years Since the floods of Agnes’ wrath broke its path Slowly reclaimed by nature. “Don’t you…