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