apples
sitting on the white fence
red and brown
ripe and rotten
stems from seeds
of planted men
set in rows
the good school boy
Uncle Tomahawk
driving the Winnebago toward
Crazy Horse mountain
a longer road than our word
for American pie
41 letters long
one little two little three…
I am so glad that I clicked on this poem. I not only love the way you write but I am impressed with your bio page. You are a very talented person. I shall read more of your work.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Karen
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"