there was no parade
76 trombones didn’t play
the cardinal’s song
woke me at dawn
conveying sweet messages
from those of the past
warming my heart
at the start of the day
bringing a smile
spreading warmth
to my soul
who needs a procession
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
