The girl sits in the window
feeling the sun on her face
dreaming of warmer days
remembering when the sun
was the bearer of good
memories and the fun days
she had when she played
on the beach jumping in
the water, making sand castles
with her brother and grandmother
the girl sits in the window
feeling the warmth of the sun
and wonders if summer will ever,
ever come.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
Asa D Seeley, a young Afro American man, shares his struggle to leave his past behind as he reaches for his future. In his one-of-a-kind style, he searches for answers...from the visible & invisible. A Memoir in Poetical/Prose form.
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
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Elizabeth
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Superb poem and art!
I love the colors too.
Inspired poems are the best ones...