Guinea Hen Poems - Poems about Guinea Hen

...Often, my hands are tied when my clever muse fills my mind with her thoughts that are profuse. Sometimes my poetic intentions are lost in a line because she's of the opinion hers are more divine. ......Read the rest...

...The grass, just about dry, is canary, clothed in evening sun, now sinking beyond the colorful portrait, canvassed on nature’s abundant spread; a brilliant form, painted by fall’s seasoned fing......Read the rest...