Dawn Poem by Melvina Germain

Dawn



Stella heard the hurdy gurdy sound,
in the throng of a city street.
Thick accents speaking softly upon
church steps up ahead and the
grone of homeless mates trying to
sleep beneath the hedge. A pungent
scent of whiskey hung in the wind,
while a lonesome hooded stranger
took refuge near an opened garbage
bin...

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: April 22/2014

Saturday, June 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: homelessness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 13 June 2015

nice write.enjoyed.keep inking.

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Melvina Germain

Melvina Germain

Sydney, Nova Scotia
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