Causing Fingers To Tremble
While lying under a weeping willow,
Had started crying upon my pillow;
While I had rested,
Saw robin red breasted
In nest where her babies would grow.
Jim Horn
My fingers were rather nimble,
While I was using my thimble,
Had been sewing,
And my age growing;
Causing my fingers to tremble.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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