Sunday, November 29, 2009

A FENCE


A FENCE


A FENCE RAMBLES DOWN THE ROAD
LOSES ITSELF IN THE DISTANCE
ON EACH SIDE THE RIPENED FIELDS STAND
WAITING FOR HARVEST
A MOUNTAIN GROWS COLORFULLY TO THE SKY
WHITE AND HEAVY WITH CLOUDS
GEESE ARE SEEN
FLYING SOUTH


FRANK A VOLLMER

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