Sentry — House of Heart

A young birch sways like a newborn giraffe its limbs lean out over wilted grass and ochre vines wind a marble sentry whose eyes never flinch but guard eternal while winter snow stacks on solitary bones until May winds stir the crowns of trees filled with the wails of wingless birds powerless to fly on. […]

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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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