we was walking at the beach holding hands. talking to each other.
our feet was getting all sand.
the water was so nice.
we could walk twice.
once in the morning.
then agin at night
walking in the moon light.
the water was so bright glittering
in the moon light.
that was my sweet dream i had last night.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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