James McLain

Gold Star - 37,662 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Creating A Comment - Poem by James McLain

Wading through foam to the sea
I pass between rocks that aren't seen.
An easier course with out thought
to discourse,
waves that are warm most can feel.

Who stood up, I sold what was said?
Saying what was said that none said.
Being near what was said-I stood
like the breeze- bushes without leaves
feel the cold.

Topic(s) of this poem: green

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2015

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