After work As I was walking to the Library I saw the blue sky and the sun coming out and a little talent thats has been dormant for a few years now came out. Poetry
I haven’t felt the inspiration to do Poetry since the death of my friend Tom Hall. Tom Died 3 months after my Dad.
OK well its not my best work but here it is
The Sky to the West is Blue.the Sun is Shining through.
THE winter wind whistles through
The Garden awaits springs arrival and the birds fight for survival,They search for fish in the bay
Spring will arrive one day,hear that wind whistles away. Soon you’ll hear little birds chirping by the bay
Original Poem By Trish Mullins 1 – 20 – 17