North Hills - Raleigh, NC Apr 16 Written By The Poetry Society of New York What is any oak but an acorn grow? What is any ocean but a multitude of drops? I must begin somewhere. The road led me to the city of Oaks. I foound great purpose and solace among The trees. The Poetry Society of New York Poetry belongs to us all. http://poetrysocietyny.org
North Hills - Raleigh, NC Apr 16 Written By The Poetry Society of New York What is any oak but an acorn grow? What is any ocean but a multitude of drops? I must begin somewhere. The road led me to the city of Oaks. I foound great purpose and solace among The trees. The Poetry Society of New York Poetry belongs to us all. http://poetrysocietyny.org