James McLain Poems

I was maybe eight or perhaps I was little there, nine.
And from slight itching,
interest I inserted my little finger, in by yours.
The feeling there I am fearful,
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The woman full.
The sun it burns.
The earth when wet which scented smells.
Between the collums,
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The spark from life and fullness, day revives.
And in the deep of night a tree spreads roots.
Each branch the bush beneath is natures drive.
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Each person who dreams,
dreams of dreaming.
Dreaming
dreams of me.
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It is a cool night, though not the one
I wish to be caught out side of.The wet grass
soundlessly as I know it shortly day will reappear.
Through the moonlit night others lost may come,
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Why I Wait and so wait I must;
As I am warm,
I wait for the geese to fly south.
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Lily 'Shuns' the Rose
Sweet with love,
each breath has run
So 'Far' so far, away.
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and being the youngest.
what did i know.
each fed me well and what i liked.
and i only had to lay there.
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People of heaven
of People each place and faith
from which they came.
If it is the plains on which they lived,
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' All '
because you never tried
to curve mine inside or to break my pride.
And anything l craved at all was you.
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