Photo by Jo Metson Scott and Nicola Yeoman
1.
In the deep of the dark, every sound is a footstep
the tappings and trappings of those come before.
But don't tell the children who play in the yard
for they might not come back anymore.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
A Poetry Entry
Because why not. I've started keeping a notebook of poems, all of which so far are dreadful both in subject and ability.
1.
In the deep of the dark, every sound is a footstep
the tappings and trappings of those come before.
But don't tell the children who play in the yard
for they might not come back anymore.
1.
In the deep of the dark, every sound is a footstep
the tappings and trappings of those come before.
But don't tell the children who play in the yard
for they might not come back anymore.
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