It's pretty. It's concise. It's well written. It's fluid and emotive.
I liked it. I'd love to see you bitterly angry, passionate. I'd love to see your work naked, raw, a jam session of poetry at three am, nobody left. Only art.
It's good.
Take it easy.
The home of my childhood, / Where childhoods never end.
So lay me beneath the tall tree, / Beside the murmuring stream.
And I will be home at last, / The home for which I dream.
Well-penned and moving, took me straight to my memories of home of long ago and home that is yet to be. Great work, Ron.
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
A most beautiful poem Ronald! Deeply touching!
happy Easter to you!!
Love Tinka
I liked it. I'd love to see you bitterly angry, passionate. I'd love to see your work naked, raw, a jam session of poetry at three am, nobody left. Only art.
It's good.
Take it easy.
So lay me beneath the tall tree, / Beside the murmuring stream.
And I will be home at last, / The home for which I dream.
Well-penned and moving, took me straight to my memories of home of long ago and home that is yet to be. Great work, Ron.