Student poetry: “Festive Waves”
Festive Waves Fresh radishes and lettuce, garden to table Splashing in the pool in an 85-degrees sun. – But not here, no, not here. – Whirling winds and rainy cold frosty mornings With pensive posts of “Worst spring ever.” – Let’s laugh though, knowing, spring’s mischief Cannot last, [Continue Reading »]
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