Monkey Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Monkey



Monkey, you walk on the bottom of the sky,
and if I were like you what then of me.
Monkey, high in the tree and clouds around you,
and like cotton they are as you pull them apart.
Monkey there they are now amongst you, warm stars,
and as the fruit hangs within reach, ripe you gather.
Monkey, after you make the rain come down, what is left.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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