Roger Lanich - Letter to Editor

“Hoping To See One More Spring”
Where the rose once grew
The wind blows over
Cold and cruel from the north.

Where the larks once sang
The trees are bare
Silent and lonely as winter ends.

Where the sun once shone
The clouds are gray
Filled with Ghosts of bygone days.

Where the last leaf fell
The earth is it’s bed
Sleeping upon the cold cold ground.

Where the thistledown flew
The poet dream
Hoping to see one more spring.

Roger Lanich, Wausaukee