After the marquee dance I crossed a field of frosty turnips
My stilettos cobbling on the rutted furrows
The taste of a farm boy's kiss
...
Read full text
Lol. I love it. The Lord said " Go forth and multiply" so you kids are doing a good job. Excellent poem.
The moon was a fat Buddha Clouds drifted across His face like holy incense.....beautiful imagery delineated by the lines.. love step by step on the body of country side growing up like the hide and seek game.......