Poems from NedEmans
Wind is that which sails our boat
Not a reason for you to gloat
Nor a reason for you to bend
But neither is it a reason for war
Winter...
Preacher take me to your church
My minds caught by a verse
Even the angel up on perch
Cannot hear my curse
Birch trees search...
saturday morning
still in bed
dreams awakened
Down grape vine hill
Just by the old shop
But not quite the pasture
They sat there rusting
Their eyes fogged
Their color faded
By tiny cat...
Twirl on your toes
Jump above your head
Dance across the floor
Leap into the light
Don't fear the fight
Blue and green wage war
On the...