Hospitals Of Spain Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Hospitals Of Spain

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Rains, you patter on
The tents- soft mouse-foot
Patter,
I think of Tennessee aunts
In wet tall grass-
Two headed horses feeding
From her hand,
Feeding her of this;
And flying army
Ants-
Escorting pregnant airplanes
All the way over the
Royal crown sea
To the hospitals of Spain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 07 July 2014

what a fabulous poem it's rich in vocabulary and you know how to play with words.

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Ying Escalona 25 October 2009

it must have delivered fighters and stealths..i love it.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

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