Golden May Poem by James McLain
Golden May
When I'm lost I think of you
it helps me find my way.
The simple things in life I've loved
are gone like yesterday.
Flowers golden wait to spring
for rain that's on the way.
To push my head up out into
this day that you call May.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,spring
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8/28/2026 7:58:28 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
wait to spring, good writing, thanks.