Green House Gasses Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Green House Gasses



The forest runs for miles and miles.
Her moon the face it slips right over me.
The portrait of a lady sitting I help down.
Mourning ebbs the tide.
Moving earth and stripping trees of leaves.
Bushes where I learned not burnt.
and useless clouds are judged unnecessary.
Because my pleasure even now you swell, I aged.
A sea of milk mistaken as.
The breast it's tip is but a hill of grace now dry.
The verdict of our death, her milk the sea it knows.
I wish to see a humming bird to hear it's song I speak
against the love of daddies little girl.
Humming her sweet song a song that's better sweet.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ms. Queenie 08 September 2011

'I wish to see a humming bird to hear it's song I speak against the love of daddies little girl. Humming her sweet song a song that's better sweet.' This part really struck me as something beautiful, but I loved it all. Very wonderful, great images, and word trickery, haha.

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James McLain

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