Men Without Shirts Poem by James McLain
Men Without Shirts
Shirtless morning's high noon
In the shade
On the horizon rain might come.
Bass guard their nests on the warm
Shallow pools
As the talking house wives watch the
Men work drinking tea
And lemonaid here in the heart
Of the south.
James, I like this poem! You paint a vivid picture of a moment in time. We feel it. Perhaps you meant lemonade?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 10:21:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love the poem. It has a great message and great use of imagery