Near the road
I see the bird.
Pecking and
pecking away.
Washed in sunlight
and a whispered song.
Not a sign of sadness
can I find, and my
loneliness snips away.
Hope comes again,
to fly so high.
My heart was soothed
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 