Sweet The Valley Poem by James McLain

it has been said by others they are you safe from it.
it be no hand it knows no colors bound sets free.
and the field or truth it ploughs in which it plays.
some can even say the seed it plants makes the,
rose sit up and catch it's death between two folds.
and it's also said it pulls off so brutally each mask,
and stretches the sides to hold before it eats the moon,
without a thought too what it says or thinks.
and the gown a worn out quilt with more than strings
to hold it up and it is said in thought and sweet the valley
cuts and deep and swift the river that runs through it.