Tags Bole

Upside Down the Ancient Bole

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

The white-breasted nuthatchupside down the ancient bole.If it has no soul, neither do I.Pencils criss-crossed on the desk,sticks tangled on the ground..

November Fell In The Bole Of A Tree

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Their eyes will never see tomorrow.