Rains, you patter on <br />The tents- soft mouse-foot <br />Patter, <br />I think of Tennessee aunts <br />In wet tall grass- <br />Two headed horses feeding <br />From her hand, <br />Feeding her of this; <br />And flying army <br />Ants- <br />Escorting pregnant airplanes <br />All the way over the <br />Royal crown sea <br />To the hospitals of Spain.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hospitals-of-spain/
