I like to hear the wind
Rustle through the trees
As it lifts these branches
Upon such a breeze.
Warm late afternoon sun
Caresses my weary face
As I sit, misanthropic
Upon this earth, without a trace.
09/16/1974
Author's Note: a long time ago.....
Posted on 03/22/2007Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
nice one.
