Welcome to Woodstock: The Journey

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



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