BramblesA Poem by David PlantingaA widow from Wimberly whistles And fills all her pillows with thistles. So nice on the cheek, You’ll sleep for a week. When dozing on brambles and bristles. © 2024 David Plantinga |
StatsAuthorDavid PlantingaPittsburgh, PAAboutFor shorter poems I'm experimenting with ballad and In Memoriam stanzas. more..Writing
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