Oh Dear, Before He Came Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Oh Dear, Before He Came



Oh, to me, before he came,
The mountain peaks, were bare of snow.
And through my one and only window,
I could see.

And to my great delight,
My eye's could clearly see.
He and Me,
Both out of breath.

Climbing to that mountain top,
To see what lay beyond.
And slowly as we both climbed down,
We left the snow behind.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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