Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2014
The wind blew closed the Pastor’s Manual and I smiled,
As I looked out at the few faces gathered there.
The wind carried us into smaller groups,
Eli loved the flags of the Veteran’s and fascinated by the hole,
The wind blowing the drape to reveal its darkness.
infidelnc
Written by
infidelnc  Appalachia America
(Appalachia America)   
  597
   --- and Isabella Pullivan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems