peggi lennard Poems

It isn't the road that I wander,
Or the people that just pass me by,
Or the way that the frost leaves me gasping
Under a clear midnight sky.
...

The echoes you hear when no one is near,
Are just buildings decaying with time,
And the scream in the air is the call of the crow,
Not the whispers of someone you knew long ago.
...

THE WALL


Swear your righteous anger
...