The coals seem cold, the flames grow low
Yet embers slumber in our bones
At crossroads we gather though we be few
To light the fire and burn anew
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About Me
- Damen Wesley
- You may want to know a little about me. If that is the case, then let me give you the following juicy tidbits. 1) I had a dog named Gertrude. Mother Heitmann called her Gertrude Louise 2) I grew up in Iowa and live in Minnesota but I hate the taste of corn. 3) Fozzie Bear has taught me much about what it means to live life.
glad to see you back here :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. You should keep writing them and sharing them.
ReplyDelete"Embers slumber in our bones." That's brilliant.