Paul S. Gifford
As the wind whistled cold on the dawn of the night,
All along, down along, out along, lee.
Gifford continued onward with his ghastly write,
not knowing, nor caring, if his words shall be freed.
Yes he will write, write and keep writing thusly,
whether with a publisher – or publisher free…
Haunted by what ifs, and what still might be,
for the future, alas, only a fool dare foresee.
©Copyright April 10, 2011 by Paul S. Gifford