Poetry by Bill Coyle The Society August 19, 2012 Poetry So Far Beyond This The God of This World to his Prophet The Flautist of North Station Related Post “When Clouds Roll In” by Michael Maibach On sunny days We’re filled with “me.” “I’m on my own And feeling free!” We have our job, And casual friends. The world feels strong Lik... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.