James McLain

Gold Star - 40,778 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Found Things - Poem by James McLain

How by one lost Thing,
you found,
I tried to sing again.

How this hand held brush,
does cry to paint the sky again.

How one winter night is filled with stars
one comes across the moon again.

How, I but oh, to come and go again.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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