Poems from Lizziemacdonald
She gazed across the baren lands,
a rusted key lay in her hands,
a salted tear slipped down her face,
she sat on the balcony, crumpling...
I looked at the map with wonder,
and saw what I never have seen,
people were walking all over the park,
and settling down on its green.
...
A little white feather on a boring swan lay,
wanted to go on an adventure that day,
so he unbuckled himself from the coat so white,
and...