First Poem

      There honey joins the sweet crystal waters that flow to cleanse the land, and a ray is seen to reflect the shimmer of hope that keeps us all alive ,.,., Rising, Falling, Gliding on the wind .,., Lay still, though full of life .,., Soon you’ll come again!

                              Written By: John Young

As a foot note: I showed it to my mother, she read it, and tore it up, and told me not to do it again, I guess she thought it was naughty. Maybe it was .,.,