The sign says
“Horses for Sale”
Your fields are empty
You’ve sold those horses
Now what
You going to do
___________________________
Clouds rise up
Like cathedrals
Over the mountains
Into a cobalt sky
Meadows green
Stretch out before us
The sign says
“Horses for Sale”
Your fields are empty
You’ve sold those horses
Now what
You going to do
___________________________
Clouds rise up
Like cathedrals
Over the mountains
Into a cobalt sky
Meadows green
Stretch out before us
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Standing Tall with Big Heart: Somatically, Mindfully, Creatively, Unceasingly
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Waiting on Words
Art from the Collection of Deborah Barlow
South meets East: Poetry and Musings - words of the seasons
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poetic ponderings...parenting...procrastination...
Poets Pub
ASTROLOGY
Poetry and More
Some days are cloudier than others. . .
"We're all out there, somewhere, waiting to happen."
art. biology. creativity. science. design. nature.
Newsletter from NY Arts Magazine
Taos Artist Organization
a place for poetry
a community of people reading & writing poems, moving words