Month: January 2019

Driftwood_Poem_Stephen_Robert_Kuta

Driftwood

Like driftwood, I travel I may sink or settle But the waves will wash over me, Crash And beat down on me. Poseidon’s white horses Will carry me, Into darkened Deep seawater from land away from me. I will float For as long as the ocean does carry me, In the arms of Triton And …