Drifting down
In the river
In the quaint village
As I walk along the path
The birds sing me home
©HeatherAnn
As the sound of the bells sing
Let freedom ring
A Poem
It was raining that night
Salty tears run downMy face and over my chinDropping to the floor
I’m doing my weekly roundup again! All my posts for the previous week together for…
Summer’s favorite treat
I wander
And wonder
Relationships are a series of lights
I’ve unplugged each wire
And now I’m alone in the dark
Above the door, there is a bellTo let you know when someone enters where you dwell