Whispering Breathless
Found a new friend from out Alberta way
Willow's her name, a sweet young thing in the hay
Also Whispering-Breathless
She seems quite precocious
February twenty-eighth was surely my lucky day
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
