Her Uncommon Measure
Their choir filled the maple tree
Their fluting, too, the fir
And though they sang so beautifully
All I could hear was her
-jwm
Of the Poem:
The idea for this poem was inspired by an incident that transpired at the pool last Sunday.
There's a question I pose in the comments area ... I'd love to know your opinion of it (and the poem).
Their choir filled the maple tree
Their fluting, too, the fir
And though they sang so beautifully
All I could hear was her
-jwm
Of the Poem:
The idea for this poem was inspired by an incident that transpired at the pool last Sunday.
There's a question I pose in the comments area ... I'd love to know your opinion of it (and the poem).
