The bard endures then quill ensures it's written.

The day was windy dark and warm
As it gave way to pitch black skies
Wind moaning still unholy sounds
As cattails in the Marsh pounded

Lone poet walking down the path
Gripping his coat the wind's harsh wrath
As light'ning struck and rain fell hard
Looming e'er low thunder sounded

He made his way to cottage warm
Cat by the fire curled warm and dry
Bard shed soaked coat warm candle glow
Serenity so well founded

Old bard sat down with quill to write
All that took place that stormy night
Though Marsh and quagmire blinded sight
Yet finding where the path had led

His cottage and a soft warm bed



Jane Noponen Perinacci






Jane Noponen Perinacci