by Poppy Slevin | Sep 5, 2008 | Poetry
The moon is a living being looking down on us He lights our way and cares for us all Earth is one of the many planets he sees each night My friends and I think about the moon Opening his eyes at dusk to guard us all Often people dream about going there Now dawn is...
by Poppy Slevin | Mar 16, 2008 | Poetry
I remember when life was sweet. I danced with gorgeous tropical flowers on my body, Like a great army of trees. I sang with the sweet, colourful parrots. Life was sweet; life is forgotten. A time before awful machines came. Before fiery chainsaws were made to haunt...
