Dash 27 Tuesday May 2025 Posted by Bill Bisgood in humour, nature, poem, Poetry, Quatrain, short story ≈ Leave a comment Tagslove, nature, poem, Poetry, Quatrain, salmon, waterfall If I was a waterfall I’d tumble and glide And watch the salmon sing As they dash upstream on their way to love The wet rocks muscle in Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
The Write Idea 