Poems from Ana M King
A passing thought while strolling through the dale.
With their limbs , on hikes , I’ve bumped my head.
Roots caught my boot ,on the floor...
I celebrate peace with a white petaled rose,
As the woes of a long war begins close.
Though the principle I did not opposed.
Singing and...
The whole earth moans at its unnecessary destruction.
Man does not want to curve unchecked carbon production,