Colossal sky-ships, the clouds drift by
They expect a passenger but he wasn’t ready for that
The storm bending the willow, rustling is always comforting, like thousands of souls whispering.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
Colossal sky-ships, the clouds drift by
They expect a passenger but he wasn’t ready for that
The storm bending the willow, rustling is always comforting, like thousands of souls whispering.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
I scribble, I dabble, I call it art!
Random Reviews and Ramblings from Redcliffe
Poet / Performer / Workshop Coordinator
More beautiful than the honey locust tree are the words of the Lord - Mary Oliver
