Back Porch Prophet Poem by Tom Squires

Back Porch Prophet



Children are born
While other folks die
And heaven is cold
And a river runs through
As space breathes in deep
While some try to conquer the world

Saturday, January 23, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: children,heaven,river
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