5-11-80 Mothers Day
Splashing mustard on the hillside,
May rains have done their thing
With wandering,
bilious clouds of storm
That glide as if on wings.
A strong sea wind keeps pushing,
pushing,
Bending trees and stem.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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