Rich In Love Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Rich In Love



Watching free from thought.
Remember all the leaves.
From the branches
where they fell.
The moving branches are.
I have sight of one.
Around the water hole.
One hunts and I.
The grass is green,
some leaves are brown.
I sit up in the tree.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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