The fence is left to morning glories,
The heft of their heaping vines -
Tendrils and leaves,
Flowers and seeds -
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Another beauty from Susan. The last three lines are sublime. Thank you so much for posting this one.
beautiful Lillian...belongs to the holy books....man created the fence, when it's broken, he must fix it, God created the vine to crawl and crawl it will, and the sun will rise every morning....