My Formative Years Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Formative Years

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When were they my Formative Years;
Blown away I clung, I chaffed before strong winds.
Each germ each bit of grit as dusk inside remained to form.
The bread you eat today within I hide, of he whom is I am,
upon the alter dressed so nice in lace your trap, I took one slice.
I saw a falling of a branch of figs too Newton's heavy apples.
Does that angel soft with wings of silken care too wrap around
his snake laid bare to catch each breast, cried out loud for milk.
And crossed upon each heavy burden laid I down on narrow
shoulders there along that road for all too see, back undressed
each bruised foot and blistered toe, weeping eyes for ever more.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 18 October 2009

Wow, this poem does something to you. (maybe was that apple hitting me on the head, too) 'Blown away I clung, I chaffed before strong winds. Each germ each bit of grit as dusk inside remained to form.' and it just gets better and better..Remarkable, which is never something unexpected from that most capable brand, iip (smile)

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