Poems from jjbarber
COW Dinner for the Hungry ,Oil Digger, Grower of Cane,Maker of cotton and the Nation's busiest manufacturer;Windy, brown, rustling,Town of...
The thorns,
they cut and bleed life,
she knew that though.
A constant babble fills my ears
too many people shouting their word.
I cannot listen,
nor can I be heard.
I cry out, to the great unknown...