John W. McEwers
I Had A Scion - Poem by John W. McEwers
She came from the depths of my chasm.
She came from the depths of my sea.
She came when I released in a spasm.
She came when I came from me.
She grew, like a stalk, in a corn field.
She grew, like a walk, amongst trees.
She grew, like a balk, on the ball field.
She grew, like a hawk, above trees.
And now, she won't talk, to her father.
And now, she won't talk, to me.
And so, I must walk, all a bother.
And now, I must walk, desperately.
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