Bleak

Words bring thought Stir conscious Envoke feeling Stir pot Ruminate in my meloncholy gut The sky in northern Iowa now ‘Bleak!’ Great word Poets friend Sculptors knife Medium Chunk of wood Canves Vocabulary Intination Cadence All returns like humanity to dust Yet sift through ones we love We are more then dust Uncle Norm was

Chapter 4a & 4b,Saving Cinnamon by Christine Sulivan

Chapter 4a,4b

90.Greetings:Honesty

The truth is many things its the most important thing in the universe.