Poetry by Steve Merson

Mrs. Browns Grave Once while visiting Mrs browns grave, a bird swooped down and tipped it's wing. It sang a song she used to sing. That's when I knew she was visiting me. Telescopes Through telescopes I see the scope of worlds so far away. I wonder, if theres someone out there, looking back at … Continue reading Poetry by Steve Merson

Poems by John Anthony Fingleton

Through a Rain Covered Window in Saint Petersburg The sky is clouding over, The wind is building up, I think a lot of rain is going to fall, The little birds that know these things, Are singing in the trees, A warning to all creatures, great and small. Outside the cars are speeding up; People … Continue reading Poems by John Anthony Fingleton