A Hundred Gourds
Haibun
From the Old School He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement ...
From the Old School He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement ...
2 comments:
All three are nice, but the second poem is what we need here. Such lovely garden scenes!
Thanks, Sandy.
We've had too much rain here. Can't go two days without a shower.
Thanks for commenting.
Adelaide
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