Anthony O'Connor

Rookie (25 March,1958 / Colorado)

Son And Sun - Poem by Anthony O'Connor

The sun, oh how it does shine brightly.
The Son, how bravely he stands alone.
The Son, oh how he touch life lightly.
The sun, how it does bring us home.

Glide home sun, glide home.
Ride home Son, ride home.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 20, 2011


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