Under The Impression Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Under The Impression



Tapping took to a grave noise.
A solitary rouse of the sun made
its mark down in the hollow.

With one arm watching,
whirled a hymn in the thicket
and than through the air.

With God watching I could tell creation gave a tap on the floor.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success