HouseA 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.
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Added on February 9, 2015 Last Updated on February 9, 2015 AuthorIan CravenEastanollee, GAAboutI'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..Writing
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