To cull ones mouth for the warm Summer rains , for the wine of Concord
grape and huckleberry , for the tonic soured meat of tall grass ..
The cool morning dew atop Oak and Maple history , to overhear the
tall tale buffoonery of morning Crows and Wild Turkeys ..
To catch the midday sunshine , reach for the Harvest Moon at twilight ..
Yearning the freeman's forested religiosity , the captivation of starry
oceans filled with the secret language of angels ...
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
To cull ones mouth for the warm Summer rains , for the wine of Concord
grape and huckleberry , for the tonic soured meat of tall grass ..
The cool morning dew atop Oak and Maple history , to overhear the
tall tale buffoonery of morning Crows and Wild Turkeys ..
To catch the midday sunshine , reach for the Harvest Moon at twilight ..
Yearning the freeman's forested religiosity , the captivation of starry
oceans filled with the secret language of angels ...
Copyright March 10 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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