Dec 2020
The daffodils sang a
song in the churchyard.
So did the early robins
scratching among the graves.
I thought I heard the wind say:
“It’s time! Rise!”
song in the churchyard.
So did the early robins
scratching among the graves.
I thought I heard the wind say:
“It’s time! Rise!”
(78/M/Pittsburgh, PA)
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