The wind rustles the tussock,
dances with the tin chimney
of the new house in a song
we have known since
first we took shelter here.
SONG OF HOMECOMING
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
The wind rustles the tussock,
dances with the tin chimney
of the new house in a song
we have known since
first we took shelter here.