Beneath the shade of ancient oaks, she stands, A beacon of wisdom, with books in her hands, Guiding young hearts…
In the quiet of her room, she wrote, Words like whispers, soft and remote, Sue was her muse, her silent…
In the quiet corners of a sunlit room, Billy Collins’ poetry dances with the light, Each verse a soft whisper…
In the hush of the twilight’s embrace, Where shadows stretch and dreams trace, A world awakens in silent grace, Between…
In the heart of Brooklyn, a poet was born, With words like rivers, his verses adorned. He sang of the…
In Stratford’s gentle cradle, a bard was born, With quill in hand, he faced the dawn. Of human folly and…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Where dreams and shadows softly play, There lies a love, so pure and…
In verses sweet, thy love dost flow, A timeless tale from long ago, Where hearts entwined in tender grace, And…