The movie was...
how can I say,
the kind that does
those things that way.
I laughed! I cried!
Okay, I lied.
It bored, I snored
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019
Tag: Poetry
A Road’s Garden
Out and about
it’s nice to find
along my route
the highway lined
with yellow hills
of daffodils
to dole my soul
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019
Transition Plans
As snow straggles
between the trees
Spring’s thaw haggles
with Winter's freeze
There to arrange
so season’s change
will be muddy
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019
