On the fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost I rose early and went fishing where I saw an osprey eat a bass in a tree. We are not all guilty for anything. Let all stupefied Calvinists take pleasure in sweet dirty pictures and gin. As an active farmer I'm concerned. Apollinaire fertilizer won't feed the pigs or chickens. Year of my seventh failure. When we awoke the music was faint and a golden light came through the window, one fly buzzed, she whispered another's name. Let me announce I'm not against homosexuality. Now that the air is clear on this issue you can talk freely Donny Darkeyes. A home with a heated garage where dad can tinker with his poetry on a workbench and mom glazes the steamed froth for lunch. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERING NAT TURNER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ALFRED THE HARPER by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) SONGS OF TRAVEL: 26. IF THIS WERE FAITH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |