Flock–Born in Providence:

Flock. We find our way back together; birds fishing, sheepish nests, wool and air Once upon a while I wasn’t there. It’s good to die in that sense Egos waffle, wax and wain We only need to worry about the rocks in our box, bag, wagon Keep climbing And what we see each time we […]

via Flock — Born in Providence

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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