Tucked in Alpine Meadows Songs slip on crick beds And sun glistens in Sounds of Stone Grasshoppers that Shall never fall silent As they seek destiny o
Tucked in Alpine Meadows Songs slip on crick beds And sun glistens in Sounds of Stone Grasshoppers that Shall never fall silent As they seek destiny on The Alma Our range We call home keeping time by rasping heaven's door. 1/2 #smallpoems https://t.co/vOINSRBdxk
Greg McVerry