I FILL MY POEMS I feel my poems With the rhythm of the river The music of the Eternal Giver I can stand here long and long Watching a Thrush cox a Blackbird into song WATERFALL Share this: poemPrintTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppEmailMastodonLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway poet View all of timmyconway's posts.