My True Fancy Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My True Fancy



Humid, wet and moist is this swamp land
each word I worry over my long hand.
Green broad hat and silver wings her hair
to be fair I'm true to mine my bonney lass.

Blue veins run the length of her white legs.
I row her in my boat to those far shores.
White turtle doves a ring around their necks.
The sun is hot and high we should start back.

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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