Post by Paul Marshall on Apr 3, 2014 19:10:58 GMT
This is a poem I wrote back in high school...
Wherever They Go...
By Paul Marshall Isaacs
There is a knock
at the end of the hall
a girl screams
an unpleasant call.
\Making no sound
the birds scatter
whereever they go
it doesn't matter.
\Carried by the wind
over the seas
across the fields
and through the trees.
\Around mountains
toward the moon
wherever they go
they'll reach their dream soon.
Wherever They Go...
By Paul Marshall Isaacs
There is a knock
at the end of the hall
a girl screams
an unpleasant call.
\Making no sound
the birds scatter
whereever they go
it doesn't matter.
\Carried by the wind
over the seas
across the fields
and through the trees.
\Around mountains
toward the moon
wherever they go
they'll reach their dream soon.