James McLain

Gold Star - 36,917 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Springs Between Her Tulips - Poem by James McLain

As for that pretty spring girl
it is or is it that pretty and young,
my mind
kind perhaps in this kind of season her winter
has moved us past.
The soil is free and finaly,
owing too the top of the leafy, 'which is put off no more.
Heavan comes to him in short pants
and as for that other though it is placed
on the large branch of her herself and sandle wood
which now by the smell his arrival.
It has accidentally,
it catches to the pool of the river.
As for her they of they whom climb out on the limb
over the house of the fish,
low upon entering and leaving,
her reflection and his way you swim up to the top
and bottom of the stairway, leads off her foot.
The cloud tops part and it carries her body
apart to that starting point directly.
As for her the river is never blind and the man
who overlooks the surface and itincludes,
falling softly,
her water the rain soaking our face,
Springs Up Between Her Tulips.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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