James McLain

Gold Star - 38,360 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Maid Is This Bed - Poem by James McLain

Maid is this bed.
Make this bed of perfect awe.
The ground being here is excellent.
One open fair eye is judgment, it waiting.
Green blanket of leaves.
Pretty the trees.
See how the moss hangs down?
Hill tops speak out,
And each hello to me your sunrise.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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