Lemons Clement Poem by Saiom Shriver

Lemons Clement



In the holiest of climes
where the trees to heaven climb
.. the sweet sweet rain
turns to sour juice of lime

and the dew skysent and clement
is the source for sour lemon

So do the words of the Peaceful
Master
become the tirade of
warmonger pastors.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
to John Clemente
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Craig Steiger 11 September 2013

well-written, very poignant

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Craig Steiger 11 September 2013

well-written, very pointed & poignant

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