Edwin Baldwin


1864 - Poem by Edwin Baldwin

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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  • Adeline Foster (8/31/2012 1:11:00 PM)


    Interesting this one and so enigmatic. Definitely got my curiosity up. Read mine – Home Is -
    Adeline
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 31, 2012


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