Mar 4, 2024
I miss my motorcycle riding down into the Cunningham Valley (PA) experiencing that moment of joy with the sunshine and fresh air. Your poem brought back that memory.
I miss my motorcycle riding down into the Cunningham Valley (PA) experiencing that moment of joy with the sunshine and fresh air. Your poem brought back that memory.
I listened to the crows and escaped a therapy career to follow a different path. Poetry/Humor/Sexuality/Doodler/Storyteller — https://crowonthewire.com