Over the tree tops, in the branches Is my home sweet home Now cut and destroyed For your Home Sweet Home I fly over the horizon to the setting sun To nowhere, to find a new home
Thank you, Rorine, for an intensely visual poem. Sense of airiness, literal and figurative. Enjoyed rereading the poem several times. But also made me think, yet again, about how capricious stewards of our environment we have been . . .
Thank you, Rorine, for an intensely visual poem. Sense of airiness, literal and figurative. Enjoyed rereading the poem several times. But also made me think, yet again, about how capricious stewards of our environment we have been . . .
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