Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Sounds Like
Chalk on a nail-board,
Asphalt on rubber tires,
Eardrums striking music,
Shore crashing onto waves,
Melodies entering birds
Like random memories,
Laughter slipping into children
Formed from “I love you”
Falling from your lips to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment