Southern Balls Poem by James McLain
Southern Balls
Even now, when I am lost in then.
Stretched out so firm your shadow.
And such is this one last pallor trick
coming under white washed home.
Southern balls grandeur, over coming
this illusion.
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5/14/2024 9:59:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is an excellent poem written using a symbolistic style...I like the epithet 'white washed home'...its deep mean is very well embedded....thank you for sharing...Mari.