Percy G. Scrubbs Writing

This poem is about my relationship with my Love

Come, my dears, and sit round, Sit at my feet and listen to me, As I tell you a story, a tale, If good, quiet children you will be. ..

A grey stillness engulfed the forest like a heavy blanket. Like a dark tomb, nothing alive stirred and a dank, musty smell permeated its entiret..