On The Edge Of Our Camp Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

On The Edge Of Our Camp



some things are
just simply
other things require
concentration
as the moon
hangs over the log
in wait,
both are sitting
one with the silver bowl
and while the crickets
grow quite
anticipation of a long shadow
offers forth dispensation.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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