Monday, 7 March 2016
Some Poems in Progress
Crows have always intrigued me as they seem so smart yet are not very liked.
What sorrow has the crow
as he's shooed from his perch
What can he say about all the winters
he has scrounged and hid
This I wrote this after listening to an old time Western radio program.
The Hangman's call looms over a town
as the sand kicks high to the sun.
Men work through the stinging rays
to erect the gallows
where other men
burn with judgement
and swing for their sins
k (My Novelesque Life)