spinners hanging from the trees
crooning softly through the night.
giving honor to the day.
fearless heart we love your way
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
spinners hanging from the trees
crooning softly through the night.
giving honor to the day.
fearless heart we love your way
it’s a week after the hospital blasted my kidney stone
thirty-five hundred times with audio waves to pulverize it.
i remember when my dad suffered from kidney stones in 1955. they didn’t have audio wave blasters.
thank god and science we develop.
Where are the deer?
Haven’t seen them lately.
Beautiful animals. Strong, lean, wift, and silent.
Not welcome by gardeners.
They eat most everything you don’t want them to.
I would prefer to have them around because it’s more natural.