Words Poem by James McLain

English words reign King Or Queen.
How can they be served what do they mean?
You say Tree and I say bush, how do we think?
Leaves and moss.
Light beards and hills the moon, smooth mounds.
Roses I have known.
It is light as a dream,
it is hard as Iron your will as soft as beaten gold.
As a poppy grows and corn is early it is yellow, very.

Equally what is strange about the way we speak?
Honey it is and is sweet and is, and it is was well known,
in the eye, I am the person having known you.
And you make the windows of the house
which are clear when I am gone.
And when i'm gone you polish every thing most clear surface.

Come with me or with you come and it dances.
I forgive you for the fact that I was never using you.
Come to me without you tricking me.
And free rhyme, the poet nose is in the way.