Tangled Vines
Tangled vines crawl up the old, white brick home
They move here and there as if they’re alive
They’re sheltered under the roof, free to roam
Many places in this scene, they could strive
Leaving a great aura about this dive
Vines cross each other, leaves an awesome look
Better than lines written in any book
Both the old house and the dead vines have grace
They align pulling you in like a hook
Soothing and calming you watch them take chase
Entrant into Constance La France's "Tangled Vines" contest
6/29/2013
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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