pop's poetry
Rainbows to the east To the west, blended pastels At the center - joy
I'm not all that spry But I can still kick your ass Get off my dead lawn!
Hopeful skywatchers Squint to see the first drop fall Our parched souls need rain
Independence Day Fought and died for with honor No freedom is free
The wind has no sound. It brings to life the voices Of those it affects
pop's poetry 