Sometimes things don’t knit together
But you’re still standing there dear brother, waving or crossing the bridge
What does it mean?
Its significance not lost on me just ignored
I love you
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
Sometimes things don’t knit together
But you’re still standing there dear brother, waving or crossing the bridge
What does it mean?
Its significance not lost on me just ignored
I love you
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