James Walter Orr

Rookie (02, June,1930 / Amarillo, Texas, U.S.A.)

A Sip Of Rare Sherry - Poem by James Walter Orr

I'm not so sure just what it was
that floated in the summer air.
I'm not so sure from whence it came;
I'm sure indeed that it was rare.

Fully distinct as gravity,
But like unto a flower's scent,
Still tugging on the sense’s strings;
Just as the sweetest nectar's spent.

To know for sure of what I speak,
Will surely never come to pass.
One never gets that tempting sip,
Of Sherry, reaching not the glass

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  • Rookie Jenna Thomas (9/3/2009 11:13:00 PM)

    I've decided that you are my favorite poet :) Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 20, 2009

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