James McLain Woods Poems

His woods burn dark hot
And powerful.
The tree's have broad tops
That are sharp and winged.
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As for the moon lite every night.
There is candy it is sweet it's over there.
Where the flowers and the woods,
by the passing wind has breached.
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These are those very dark woods
woods that are deep
where the air
that you breath
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We were all conceived here deep in the woods.
No sun over head dark is the path through the trees.
This is my parents an old point of view,
it is not that they would but they certainly could.
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His woods burn dark hot
And powerful.
The tree's have broad tops
That are sharp and winged.
...

It's his woods in her forest;
That my eyes have seen inside of her two parts.
Softly talking, themselves, webbed in collusion.
Golden those leaves hold out two worlds, upside
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...The woods when I stopped by
are very deep and she knows why.
...Her land is split, sits miles of fence
he walks it's length and smiles.
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The path...runs..
Through the center..
Then circles around back..
While two birds..
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-The Woods Some Other Found,
The pink fence, love made my face, are
painted and the woods grow in ångest.
The tree you once grew against, towers up,
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When tree tops lay
against the moon.
Out of the tan sand
and hard with stone.
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i see you in the bathroom
through the hole, you do to
smoke pot.
You said you were a good girl,
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