1864 Poem by Edwin Baldwin
1864
She sat wearily, and wide eyed in Pa's old chair.
Then sprang to rush out the door.
'Its only just the wind'
Everyday she's done the same...
three years now, since Pa left home.
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5/12/2024 11:44:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting this one and so enigmatic. Definitely got my curiosity up. Read mine – Home Is - Adeline