Published by

K Mark Schofer

Found you in the yard
alone and dead
Weight, waiting for
A proper good bye

I don’t know 
what that may be
but you were an awesome 
Crow.

And I give you this poem 
It’s all I have.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.