Shelly's Poetry: A Foghorn {prose poem}

Friday, January 9, 2009

A Foghorn {prose poem}

The foghorn sounds its horn it’s like a breath of fresh air O it’s not the real horn of long ago when times were hard and life was simple when laughter rang throughout the house yes when the sound of the foghorn meant the fog was moving in somehow the world of today leads me to believe the fog never... Sign in to see full entry.

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