
Poetry
On Repairing Windchimes
I halfway thought the wind would still be in them,but the little coppery chimes were full insteadof spider sacs and dauber mud, gray-redfrom the airs
All Posts By
I halfway thought the wind would still be in them,but the little coppery chimes were full insteadof spider sacs and dauber mud, gray-redfrom the airs
Please make checks out to Reformed Journal and mailed to:
PO Box 1282
Holland, MI 49422
© 2025 Reformed Journal.