My Novelesque Scribbling: Poems

Some of my own writing:

Crows have always intrigued me as they seem smart yet are not liked.

UNTITLED #1:

What sorrow has the crow

as he’s shooed from his perch

What can he say about all the winters

he has scrounged and hid

This I wrote this after listening to an old time Western radio program.

UNTITLED #2:

The Hangman’s call looms over a town

as the sand kicks high to the sun.

Men work through the stinging rays

to errect the gallows

where other men

burn with judgement

and swing for their sins

 

 

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