Rose Hills Poem by John Svehla

Rose Hills



Click here to listen to "Rose Hills" On blistered white
rose hills shotgun prairie fire
burns the breeze along a blue horizon
of memory's distance bone sand
crumbles into tea leaves.

Thursday, January 2, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,leaves,memory,rose
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John Svehla

John Svehla

Grand Island, NE, USA
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