Reverend Eyes
the
moon
have reverend eyes
that
take me back
through
the
Perrie planes
where the wild winds blow
back and forth
through
the
tall green switchgrass
with
a white painted
wooden church
planted firmly in the ground
and
with
her
narrow steeple
pointed up
towards
the
Kingdom of God
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2021
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