Lloyd B. Wolf : Writing

The Tempest

The Tempest

A Poem by Lloyd B. Wolf


The raging winds that whip and wail,The incessant beating of the hail. No man was made to withstand the galesOf the Tempest storm; Female. Upon his b..
Alone

Alone

A Poem by Lloyd B. Wolf


alone upon a hilltop.alone with ones own thoughts.alone upon a ball of dirt.alone with ones own soul.alone within the universe.alone with ones own jud..
The Glen

The Glen

A Poem by Lloyd B. Wolf


Misty Glen I dream of theeNow, my darkest hourSoftest grass of emerald greensGolden sunlight fills thy fieldsStretching on foreverThere she waits upon..

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