I fill my poems I fill my poems With the rythem of the river The music of the Eternal Giver I can stand long and long Watching a blackbird coaxing a thrush Into song Share this: poemPrintTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppEmailMastodonLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.
