"houl" poems
Walking
walking
walking slowly it begins to be dark but i am still far away from home but
walking
walking, The bids flying find their way home nest in the tree's where their family is
walking
walking still far from home
walking
walking, The night creatures awaken from their long sleep hungry for a meal to eat so they may sleep once more yet i keep
walking
walking scared i may be but i will keep walking home is where i am going
walking i hear wolves houl under the full moon yet i keep walking until i came to a stop in front of a house inside i hear laughing and happiness warming the house then i smile am home.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC