Fathers
Listen to the whispering meadows
ancient secrets roll down the hills
scoop up forgotten voices
like sparkling precious gems
emerald eyes shine dreams
their sacrifice
our reward
feel their
love
First place any form 14 lines or less (Brian Strand)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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