Poems from Harry Faddis
On the sunny slope
Goro the cat is waiting
And watching, keen-eyed
At the newly soft spring ground
For the fresh mice newly born.
In...
The Lime-green Ford
It was the symbol of her later years,
The lime-green Ford parked outside
In the drive.
She bought it on a whim, or so...
There was a summer long ago
Endless days, filled with space
We played and swam and knew no woe
Never left the monopoly board
My friend was...