Sunday, April 27, 2008

Bob Wolf

And thus it was
Bob found a friend
Someone to talk to as they strode
For such a journey can be lonely
And as they walked they talked of black snow
They spoke of the cheap hotel room
And the tin trumpet used as a po


scrapatorium said...

Superb. Love the b&w and color accents.

wastedpapiers said...

This is from a book of collage and poems that Roger Stevens and I have been working on - on and off. I think it's mostly off at the moment sadly!