David Hallowell

David Hallowell

Stands with a Roar ( as in thunder) As his native American name suggests; he speaks with thunder, in essence he has a message for all to hear. The messages is set forth in poetic style, like flashes on enlightenment for all to hear.

How does it work?
  • David Hallowell
    Published 8 days ago
    Under the lamp

    Under the lamp

    The streets I walk down are not the same, the colored signs have all gone gray.
  • David Hallowell
    Published 14 days ago
    Moon light

    Moon light

    Good evening Mr moonshine, you lighten my up my night. Moon beams show me where to walk..
  • David Hallowell
    Published 3 months ago
    The Window

    The Window

    Through gray eyes I sit by the window watching the people pass by. I wonder where they go...
  • David Hallowell
    Published 3 months ago
    Lost Love

    Lost Love

    In the shadows of my soul I await for the spring... For the flowers to return to the meadows and for rain to refresh me... yes even me! My thirst is great and I am parched like the cracks in the desert floor. So come to me my love, yes come to me on the wings of a dove, yes come to me with the love of youth. For why should I suffer any longer in this lonely place? Until that day I will wait in my desolate abode and keep watch for you to come to me, over the new horizon. Yet though I keep watch I watch for the impossible, for once you were mine in misty memories of days of long ago. But alas you are no more...
  • David Hallowell
    Published 3 months ago
    Love Never Fails

    Love Never Fails

    Love never fails!
  • David Hallowell
    Published 4 months ago
    Good Morning World!

    Good Morning World!

    I woke this morning to the sounds of the ocean surf. While the seagulls congregated outside my back door, making their familiar calls. My eyes were taken aback by broken pieces of sunlight sparkling on the cold choppy waters. As I stepped out my door, I could see old married couples strolling along the shoreline as the now exhausted waves wash over their aged feet, with a gentle call, to breathe in this moment and make it last forever. For soon the day trippers will be here and the world will move on...