Locked outside of my own doing
Hasty May Day,
Heart idling wildly in chambers
Riding upon silver steed
Hiding a dozen red long stem possibilities
Behind the ocean's back
Beckons the Green flash
Turn the key
About Me
- Terry Andrews
- I was born the first day of spring; destined to be eternally hopeful.Almost a flower child, coastal transplant and perennial advocate in the garden of children. Late bloomer blessed with special children one of each variety. I am triumphant survivor; (10/97)cancer free, free lance writer and free style Hip Hop dancer, moving forward one step in front of the other.