timbers and beams
creak
while old bones
ache
memories
revisited
upon each morning’s wake
histories of happiness
out last
those of pain
as the paint
of yesterday fades
a life of dreams
were birthed
in the barn
yet
Gwynneth Green is a poet and lyricist extraordinaire,
her poetry and lyrical background are gifts
from her grandfather, Bud Green
a poets notes
be scared… more so be aware
Yesterday I posted a piece written by an epidemiologist at Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center.
I received another copy of it by email sent by a Dr.
There was a lot of information, I would like to address the section on being a “unit.”
Unfortunately, it appears that message is not getting across
