Maid Is This Bed Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Maid Is This Bed



Maid is this bed.
Make this bed of perfect awe.
The ground being here is excellent.
One open fair eye is judgment, it waiting.
Green blanket of leaves.
Pretty the trees.
See how the moss hangs down?
Hill tops speak out,
And each hello to me your sunrise.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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