I'm a bad motherwriter.
I’ve heard it’s not a color, but a shade. I’ve heard I’m top notch, but didn’t make the grade. I’ve heard I should work harder, to get fully paid.
By Dayna Clark3 years ago in Poets
Oh my, a sparrow sings softly bathing in sunbeam. Oh my, a deer sips water from a rain kissed stream. Oh my, a cottontail rabbit nibbles on nourishing shoots of greens.