James McLain

Gold Star - 40,646 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Again, If I Become A Highwayman - Poem by James McLain

To a certain wanton, breed of you.
Whom it bled? Does it even matter?
Where it then again, like you, I hear
it comes, it came from you are certain.
So long as only certain things,
I ride away, back in again, from you.
But if my, 'Love is Gold, 'I gave to you.
Each bag is full and heavy as you check,
and the windows are all likened me, so dark.
You motion that the door is just now, clear
and riding quickly up to you, inside I come.
Into that mirrored face, I look again.

Comments about Again, If I Become A Highwayman by James McLain

  • (5/13/2010 10:28:00 AM)

    hmm, i find this (among other pieces)

    keep on brewing,

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 18, 2010

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