Winters Long As Hunger Comes Poem by James McLain

Without thine country of oneself of each island chained
scattered winds no comfort brings each orphans jump
which becomes fatigued, the battered shore,
and one made one which one is crushed,
makes the heart contest with him of whom you think that one,
we would like to go off distantly, directly near i'm always.
Didn't she it left;
As for him or didn't Whether or not the way waves parted,
you it wanted,
you it grew to know what the whether
it should have turned thee there; we would like to go away,
or upon the island, stand again, because.
It remains in the mixed red headed breed of which one
where you go and hesitate in him/herself you become
too complicated,
and it did not have the home it placed you there:
The straight, slightly slanted, standing stone,
your infinity of the granite prism locked within the circled
leafy well from whence it came and eye your first glance,
loneliness of the blood red circle banished him completely:
He went somewhere with that sorrow, pain to help regain
him self and returned to the agony of that country, 'that indecision'
winters long as hunger comes,
and summer, falls to spring as waves crash upon the shore..