I Don't Gots - Hi Sierra Poem by sean north

I Don't Gots - Hi Sierra



These mountains are
Still free of snow
And I don't gots
Nowhere to go
You tenderise it
Blow by blow
Pound and batter
Fast and slow
Break its bank
And watch it flow
Get a noble prize for
Those who grow
And many are those
Are in the know
All stashed away
And laying low
Yet still we dance
All toe to toe
So green the grass
You daily mow

Wednesday, June 14, 2017
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