Is, Was Or Ever Could BeA Poem by PeteThe bluebird carries the sky on his back. - Thoreaunever a pretentious pretender never a borrower, always a lender over a hardwood floor of late winter scarcity littered with fallen remnants of crusted snowa blue jay visited this morning just outside my window perched 'pon a large branch which had grown into a bent, aching knee me in my lonely chair amidst spindles of doldrums and despair it must have come for me blinding my eyes to see turning a pearly gate's rusty key 'tis the only possible explanation there is, was or ever could be © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on March 16, 2023 Last Updated on March 18, 2023 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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