The Winning Of The Dusk Poem by Sandra Fowler

Writing about this child, the way you wove his story, is remarkable. Noticing this child, when so many others had not, is the arrow to the heart. How I wish I could bundle up all the homeless children and give them a home. Instead, all we can give is poetry of 'Yes, you are there. I see you. Will always see you.' You have done this poem with a great heart and, an arrow.xxElysabeth

This is, by far, one of your very finest poems. Bravo, Sandra! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The fragility and impermanence of all things immortalised in this beautifully crafted and poignant poem. Justine.

this is pure magic. i like. great work sandra. keep it up.

A beautiful dedication to a precious life.....It captures the beauty of life and also the journey after life.......Another great poem. Hugs NIX xx

With Winter approaching these street children are on my mind - a sight staying with me behind a closed door at night. Promises, promises never kept by the Powers that be - thank you for bringing their plight to light...

No one should be living in the streets, much less a child, but sadly many do… and their survival is day to day, if not meal to meal….

Sandra, I hope someday you will read my unsuccessful attempt in 'Street Kids' to capture what you have so admirably scored. Blessings always, Bill Grace

Each poem of Sandra is an experience!

Your opening line set my imagination running riot.I can see this boy looking although he does not know what he is looking for