Poetry

Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe Day 9

  That hill...... Many winter days... spent there on that hill... When snow started blowing.... topics were flowing about that hill. Waiting by the radio on winter days... only long enough to hear them say....... "there would be no school today"......Hurray! We'd run... happy as larks to go to that hill.... ......that hill...... with the… Continue reading Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe Day 9