Poem of the Month
Ancient Eagle Press
Summer is here, and I am not. As the temperatures hit triple digits I preloaded this poem to be posted 1 Aug, and hit the road in search of winter. If all is going according to plan I am currently as far off the grid as a person can be. Later in August I will be back with a new set of pictures for your viewing pleasure and perhaps some inspiration for the next book...if I don't get eaten by an anaconda. Therewith, from 2015's There's Poo On My Shoe, our August Poem of the Month:
Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff. Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.
Where Old Fliers Come to Roost