BlackBirds Echo | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlackbirdsEcho The original writings of author BlackBirds Echo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985477 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On the Road ime has moved so fastthat we're not living in the 80's anymoreAll the friends I've gatheredalong the wayHave slowly started to disappearone...by...oneAnd this old pattern of moving from job to jobIs getting boringSo turn up the radioand drive another 100 milesI'm still fill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackbirdsEcho/2004869/ Brown Bear (for Bhiney) May you rest in peace my Elliot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackbirdsEcho/2004831/ Galileo and You I visited Galileowent swimming with planktonblue glow within the oceantears fall like dying starsI'm always running to see the beauty in thisworld as my mind wanders homeyou are the howling windsroaring through barren branchesthe ghost of you is trappedinside my headlights.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackbirdsEcho/2004828/ Crossed Out Name I sit expressionlessin a bubble of constant motionWith a thrum, thrum, thrumof three cords in the back of my mind Captured Photograph of anorange sky that never staysis all that remains I wish I could through myself into alocation far beyond this universeS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackbirdsEcho/2004825/ Rusting Tractor Parts Bleh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackbirdsEcho/2004824/ Natures Way The thunder roarslike the mighty Lion that prances high in the skyThe lightening cuts clear like a swordmade of steelAs it flashes so quickly, by and byThe rain lashes downlike whips over the groundThen the darkness descendsSo eerie and silentBut after the stormComes a still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackbirdsEcho/1326597/ Hopefull Go my friends intothis world, make peaceAnd quell all firearmswith speed and ceaseStop the torture thehatred and powers to beSo the world can be onefor all to see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackbirdsEcho/1326596/ My nonsense Poem There was a young beatle called PaulWho went round in circles so tallAlong came a manWith feet like big pansOops! and poor little PaulWas no more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackbirdsEcho/1326595/ Since the Beginning of Time Since the beginning of timeOur thoughts of the past come to mindOf mothers and childrenJust in the pilgrimOf life, death, laughter and tearsOf fresh air and flowersAnd fields that are now asCarpets of bright woven clothOf the sweet smelling seeAnd the sky and the breezeLike a moth that is dancing ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlackbirdsEcho/1326594/