James H. Smith

WITHIN THEIR SHADOW, WHEN LONG AGO IS BUT YESTERDAY

The Traveling Wall came to my area: I know this is not a poem but then perhaps it is – I wanted to share with those who would understand. I handed my camera to a young man and asked him to take my picture. I said ok snap now, this is what I got. My hand is on the panel with friends, I’m with them again.

©Copyright February 12, 2007 by James H. Smith