"A dozen ghosts are whining in the grove. Ditch and stubble fields, tar that never ends;a frozen dawn, a scattering of snow." This poem reminds me of when I had to ride the bus to school. i had to walk down a long driveway in the freezing weather and also having the snow blowing across the fields making it hard for me to see and breath.
Emily,Truth is the daughter of Time. i agree with u. me two had to catch that bus and walk a long way like you did.
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ReplyDeleteYour poem was is good and also sad. Walking in a winter is very tough.