House

House

A Poem by Ian Craven

Hear ye hear ye big and small hear me now before the fall. Get ready your house in the earth before you find yourself in mirth. Be tall and strong upon the ground, built by wisdom so you are sound. Shifting sands, waves and seas, the day is coming we cannot flee. Heed the horn if you hear, now go at once and tell of the News they must fear.

© 2015 Ian Craven


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Ian Craven
Ian Craven

Eastanollee, GA



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I'm a short story writer, poet and novelist. I spend most of my free time writing. Feel free to be my friend. I like meeting new people. I welcome constructive criticism on my writing. more..

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