Short poems

Sweets at church

Sweets at church


They sang in sweets and arms of welcome.

Holding laughs, a place that’s seldom.

They roped in gently, walking talks.

Tongues of murmur and none with forks.

They walk in rows, two by two.

All are welcome.

Me and you.

© G.P Williamson 2018 <—- Hit for Instagram!