Welcome to Woodstock: The JourneyPosted: August 16, 2012
A stone’s throw away from her window,
Through my very own surrounded by the walls on which I scribble
A poem that upon your perusal I hope will show mass,
And sound sweeter than the clinking of pebbles
Against your glass view hole.
So as I wander about this little place,
I ask that you be my guide –
Help me surf the tide
And give me grace.
© Heath Muchena, 2012