Poem Body
The heather
bearing
her masterful
mane of
misty mammoth
mountains that tower
over my eye .
Yet still cower beneath
that blissful
bluebird sky .
The heather
bearing
her masterful
mane of
misty mammoth
mountains that tower
over my eye .
Yet still cower beneath
that blissful
bluebird sky .
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
dear Edward,
I see that you made it through Friday okay. how are you feeling?
p.s.
I'll be back to comment on your poem later.
*hugs, Cat
It’s Thursday
I have it tomorrow
This mean ...
There are times the freezing fog covers around the mountain top, and it is evident that you will definitely have a blur vision; so to see clearer above the sky is impossible!
dear Edward,
my prayers and thoughts are with you.
Hugs, Cat