Bio To Mystories of An Unborn World
The world in which we are born, without any say is the
structure for which I built this poem of a journey crossing lands of the unknown and written with my love for my grandson, Austyn.. While he was still on the other side and I had to wonder what he was aware of and what was about to come. Was my playing with him here startle or scary the little human or did he know who and what we were. As we have to wait for the arrival is it as long a journey as it is for a mother-to-be. Our world. we love to show you about every magical creature and the deadly dark life threatening species we walk amongst and teach the survival guide to being an Australian. They are the most selfish creatures God designed and to the extreme he did so. Still they must be good for us, as we continue to breed I mean was stupid enough to have had six. You would think I would’ve learnt. But hey I finally got one I liked.
Copyright © D.A Hopkins | Year Posted 2019
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