Swampyville's - You're the Poet - "I Heard the Robin Sing"

Swampyville's - "Cry of the Condemned"!

Swampyville's - You're the Poet!

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Cry of the Condemned! By L. Don Oliver

Walking down a darkened street, Within the silence of my _; Searching for I know not what, That was so very hard to _;

Stumbling alone into the night, I felt something go rushing ; An apparition all dressed in gray, Then, I heard the Banshee's _;

Screaming all about me, Darting here and to the _; Swirling around my very being, Relieved as I watched her ;

Her wailing was so haunting, But I did not take time to _; And when I turned the corner, She was waiting there for ;

Previous Poem!

My Unsung Heroes! By L. Don Oliver

For every Father, there is a child; they then disappear, into the calling wild;

Many of children, go to bed; Nary a pillow, for their head;

Making do, with what they've got; Fatherly affection, they have not;

Mothers cry, alone each night; Hopes and dreams, far from sight;

Two or three jobs, they daily go; What tomorrow brings, they never know;

To the single mothers, I wish to say; Bless you all, on this Father's day;


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