Justin Ashford Poems

Talent In Droves
Sacred Like Oil From The Olive Groves
Electric Warrior Take Ones Skill
Brigid Like, Towards The Tree Over The Hill
...

I Pray For Me
I Pray For You
I Pray For Children In Need
I Pray For Sun
...

Very Kind
As You Might Find
Respect As You Expect
Caring And Fair
...

A quiet fog, shooters breath,
Rifles lay besides their owners
War, a grey colour,
A somewhat disturbing shade,
...

Spending Time Doing Chores
Sweeping Other Peoples Floors
Working For Free, Perhaps He Feels Free
That's His Freedom
...