Vol. 2 - July - No. 37
Two PoemsWritten by Mike Dust when he was a young boy.
POEMS by Michael J. Dust
THE WORLD
The outside world is beautiful.
And it is all over.
And the world is magic.
And true.
The Peaceful Woods
The wind blows
softly. The winding
trees reach for the
sky above. You
can hear the water
trickling in a brook.
The sky tries to
show itself behind
the trees. You can
stand and hear
the crickets buzz
and the birds whistle.
