Poems from sballard1211

Jeez, I never know what to say here. It'll come to me eventually.
Logophile
I The world begins with Words.  Start with imaginary letters, like  seeds that sprout into words  and branch phrases and  canopy sentences...
The Odysessy
The Odyssey.    I. Remember when we first walked the halls as freshmen Calm and cool and Collected? No: That is because we ran Flew through...