Off A Country Road Poem by james watkin

Off A Country Road



Tall grasses, golden tipped; and blown
By each swept on drifter.
One hears a song, that soul who art
Summer's happy farer.
Whilst in the world, more lonesome, lost
Who feels herself to be
All that, she, of a whine could reap.
Or something whimpery.

Saturday, July 30, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: grass,walking,country
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james watkin

james watkin

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