Poems from Andres Arenas
It’s a tale of lost potential, The Fisherman and his Wife
Friends with a heavenly being, neither could help but be filled with strife...
Here in the proud U.S.A,
Where the brave and free call home today
We’re really not free, at least not yet
Not until we’ve settled our...
Early and late this past school year,
I could not say why life was good.
Until summer came, as it should,
And brought with it purpose and...