Poem of the Day 3/17/21- Something Like an Irish Verse
Your laugh, lilting like lines Flung from a fiddle fair, Sweeping sweetly o’er the shaded field Where once we were young Now echoes only in my mind, In memories, clouded- A Pine forest in the morning mist, A bridge fogged over Until there can be no certainty That there is another side- Only in this… Read More Poem of the Day 3/17/21- Something Like an Irish Verse