James McLain

Gold Star - 36,836 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

When Soft Of Voice I Die - Poem by James McLain

When soft of voice i die
in wood you lay, he stays.

To play harps cord of grief
each note you play, i knew.

Bright 'Golden' ring,
you found around, i left.
One is held untill in love,
we meet in life again.


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  • Myrtle Thomas (12/18/2009 7:06:00 PM)


    Lovely and so touching! very well penned.Thank you so much for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, February 18, 2013


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