Poems from Cassidy Small
When the storm clouds rolled,
I lifted my head to the sky.
When fate the lightning foretold,
I smiled but didn't wait to die.
Lifting...
The mind it worries
And always hurries
To dream up scenarios
In which it needs heroes.
And the whippoorwill twilled,
While over rocks water spilled,
Green grass in the fields blew,
And sweet lipped Mocking Birds o'er head...
The words they flow, through and through,
Running, skipping, bouncing too.
Under and over, bottom to top,
Swirling and laughing, they don’...
“Hi! This is Alice! I’m sorr—.”
“AHH!” Jenny threw her phone across the room. “Why won’t she answer?!?”
Sinking down to the floor of her...