Where shattered glass
And plastic bags
The flakes come
Tumbling down, unasked,
Masking the scene in soft clean white,
Gleaming with incandescent light.
Someone told me learn to code, And so I travelled down that road. Code is not the road for all. Many stumble, many fall, And many find it boring as…
They held beliefs Most thought unreasonable. Defying the law, In ways some thought treasonable. They hopped on a boat To escape legal limits, And…
In the bogs of Massachusetts, The wild cranberries grow. How they end up as cylindrical sauce - I simply do not know!