Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
I can see him, hungry, looking for his dinner.
Sir, a masterful work. When I was in Alaska I saw gorgeous bald eagles gliding under a bright blue sky. Were they searching for rabbits...for me, I'll never know. I'll have to walk along the bank of a cold creek and contemplate...
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I can see him, hungry, looking for his dinner.
ReplyDeleteSir, a masterful work. When I was in Alaska I saw gorgeous bald eagles gliding under a bright blue sky. Were they searching for rabbits...for me, I'll never know. I'll have to walk along the bank of a cold creek and contemplate...
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