Donald Yates


The Black Orchard - Poem by Donald Yates

The Black Orchard grows where no man lies.
To see its beauty with human eyes, would bring God’s wrath and angel cries.

The spirit of man its’ petals draw, for the beast within man’s soul it saw. Take heed the beauty that lies in wait, for Satan lurks beyond the gate. What fury doth God’s justice take for man’s respect to make.

'1997'


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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