Written by: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Hear the ravens calling from trembling oak trees calling darkness sweeping the stars in corners mocking gentle breezes and calling thunder fears grip is tightened Hear the sparrows singing from swaying oak trees calling sunlight brushing the clouds from winter laughter dimpling faces of children playing fears grip is loosened Februrary 25, 2012 for Guzzically Inspired contest (Craig Cornish) Fourth Place