Wild Rhyme Trees

What me count?

I'm a Poe head!

Wild Rhyme Trees

No flowing, rapid rivers
Or pools of chlorine harm,
No lake of starry slivers
Can ever hope to charm

Like a warm and sandy beach
Of moon-swept, salty seas,
On an island out of reach
Growing silly, Wild Rhyme Trees.

Copyright © 2009 Tom Arnone

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