No abandoned bikes, Balls, dolls or roller skates. The mown Grass is greener there and dew-pearled at noon.
Trees climb like ladders and no top limbs snap.
Absence at the table. Pray for them, too, my children. Listen to the poem in RealAudio Michael J. Bugeja home page Poetry Online Discussion Forums Wired for Books home page Wired for Books is produced by the Ohio University Telecommunications Center For RealAudio or RealVideo, you'll need the RealPlayer. You can download a free player at Real Networks .