Thursday, August 20, 2015

Bliss in the Valley

sun bleached grass turns brown
to the touch and if it tassels then
all the better it will be next year;
no palms in the valley are ever
seen unless they are in paintings
hanging on the wall or on the
big screen if ever turned on, but,
they entice all the same like a
wanton teenage girl who was
raised improperly so they say;
shades of colors, all but grey
adorn these foothills and valleys
and we are usually left alone until
some Northern redneck tries to
sing on country songs on key.

13Oct14

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