poems

Dancing wolves

Dancing wolves

28/1/2011

Dancing wolves and stepping stones.
Old English sheep dogs, broken bones,
Barnyard noises, animal howls.
Mixed up people, two lost souls.

Divided they’d conquer.
Together they’re blessed.
Would they survive when put to the test.

Dancing wolves and stepping stones.
Water ripples two lost crows.
Midnight moon upon your face.
I found you here you are my place.

Divided they’d conquer,
If they were apart.
Barnyard noises, brand new start.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2013

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