I Will Wait Poem by James McLain

Waiting across the river, they have arrived.
Time lends a hand but once or twice for me.
You will give away the best thats me.
Gentle winds that made you strong each mystery.
Squeeze me firmly in your hand,
you feel that I'm alive.
A recreation of the purple crown around my head.
Red the honey suckle milking me you have.
Who waits for who when there you lie apart?
Each evening before dawn the rivers crossed.
Each morning before dusk the sky is full.
Rich and full and moist the grass we tread upon and walk.
I have arrived the river I have crossed the rooster crows.