The harvest moon was stunning
Shining through the torn canopy of our stolen Jeep.
We laughed and cried and held each other
At the edge of Glory Lake
Knowing the panic fear and horror, of the invasion was far behind us.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The harvest moon was stunning
Shining through the torn canopy of our stolen Jeep.
We laughed and cried and held each other
At the edge of Glory Lake
Knowing the panic fear and horror, of the invasion was far behind us.