Like Wheat Bending Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Like Wheat Bending



Like wheat bending
row after row endlessly.
Sun high in the sky
golden tops silver in moonlight.
My love will not return to me.

Like wheat bending
white sand on the beach.
I loved once foolishly.
I sit in my room all alone.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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