Willie Walker

Rookie (1941 / southern Alabama)

Comments about Willie Walker

  • Unwritten Soul Unwritten Soul (3/18/2012 6:46:00 AM)

    The green hand of you fertilizing flowers of words, to smile in the garden of poetry.. but in your other hand may also dancing in a sheet like a butterfly you did on flower, coz each of your poetry yo done with confident to share about your experiences, your sighted mind, witnessing for all time around you...just like a butterfly tell story for flowers about the journey that they cant go...Keep using your hands Willie to create a green land, aromatic garden in this poetry field _Unwritten Soul

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Night Terrors

Night Terrors

Whippoorwill calls in the swamp at night,
Lonely soul, flies it's fluttering flight.

Panther prowls with silent, slinking tread.
'Hit screams lak a woman, ' grandma said.

The swamp is deep, black and cold.

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