It Does Try It Words Poem by James McLain

All through history, walking.
It left a place on your walls.
Write your own hearts, inside
is the language of commons?
What has happened, towers
with art of it's leaned inwords?
The circle of friends in the word,
call all around it's inside of you?
Would she the you of is it to see?
One lone verb moved a mountain.
Upon the mountain, sleepy nouns
washed in verbs, promises slept.
Rivers verbs, down sliding into
thousands of hand painted nouns.
Trees base is thick, skies pillars.
Cool winds blow out into, all leaves.