A Little Road Not Made Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

A Little Road Not Made



Seen by eye a Holy man,
I looked up to the sky.
And flying by a little cloud
Could only wonder why.

A sun so bright beyond it's self,
The moon is dressed in white.
While all the people standing near
Breathed out concerted sighs.

Sunday, January 5, 2020
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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