Thursday, January 1, 2004

On The Just And The Unjust Comments

Rating: 3.0

OUTCAST, a horror to his kind,
At night he to the forest fled.
There, the birch-bark made fire for him,
The brown fern made a bed.
...
Read full text

Blanche Edith Baughan
COMMENTS
Mahtab Bangalee 05 March 2020

They only saw their Father’s son, And brought their brother rest. /// imaginatively written; there the Father's Son- The Holy Spirit

0 0 Reply
Dr Antony Theodore 05 March 2019

The river murmured lullaby, The moisty mosses breathed of balm, The clean stars carried light to him, Unterrified and calm..the y saw the Father's son. a fine poem. tony

0 0 Reply
Blanche Edith Baughan

Blanche Edith Baughan

Putney / Surrey
Close
Error Success