Little girl blue,
come blow your horn.
The sheep are in the desert
and the trumpet has come.
There is also work,
still to be done.
Poems of my fathers draw near
- Gisella Perezarce
- Pasadena, California, United States
- Inspired by the poems of my great-grandfather, grandmother, and my father, my sister and I continue to write. This is a simple offering of mine.
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