Gordo Poet

A Poem from our Wild Bill…
A Poem from our Wild Bill…
A Poem from our Wild Bill…
I've decided to use this space as an opportunity for me to EMBRACE my inner 90's rapper dreams, and my ability to rhyme.  I call this poem/rap "EMBRACE...SPRING" Hush, Can you hear it?  The rustling of the dead brown grass, Bringing us all the sound that maybe Old Man Winter's day has past...