The Bridge Dear Devine Savior, you ask me if i’m fine I would never tell you no you say that i’m not like the rest

The Hill By: Austin Rand The Sheep who stand up on the hil… The Sheep who do not know The sheep who never see the barren…

The Road By: Austin Rand I walked day by day on the road wi… The cracked diamond path was my on… But that I was fine with... Ignor…

I don’t Write many poems i don’t write many poems, any poem… my pen in my desk like a whale on… but my mind, still alive as thoughts fly around