I Heard A Rumor of Warm Wind I heard a rumor of warm wind I heard of a tale of green growth I heard a story of cold’s end I doubt the veracity of both Gene G. McLaughlin 2015 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
That Which Was Linked in my mind Through the hazy smoke of years Burned by Without me noticing In the record store They once again look at me From the dusty bins Side by side Their world That which was Seems impossible As today will seem In 50 years Gene G. McLaughlin 2014 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Sitter In The Vineyards His heart is not stone But metal He is of man Not man Among the grapes he sits Fragile Every dying He does not smile He merely is. Gene G. McLaughlin 2014 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...