A wire fence framed the Mooney’s yard
more to keep in than to keep out.
I loved the little girl, even her retarded
brother spooning muddy water from a wagon.
Howdy was a song
I’d croon to their snarling white dog.
-Hidden Things by James Haug on the Turnrow website.
Found: Poetry is about sharing poetry from around web.
The internet is full of hidden gems—and other, less cliché turns of phrase. I read a lot of them. These are some of the choice poems I’ve found online, read aloud for the podcast crowd and those who don’t have time to sift for epublished gold themselves. Or, you can read along on YouTube or read the poem yourself by following the links found in every description.
New poem posted (almost) everyday.