sunset boulevards <br />happy return of a barrow boy <br />ready mother for his bar mitzvah <br />bargain not my hard service <br />in our life <br />mist up mountains melts <br />happy valley burns <br />farmer’s fingers runs through empty barns <br />life in dry-stone wall, dry-eyed <br />dry rots moments now <br />dry clean dried fruit. dried milk borrowed from dryland<br /><br />lovita j r morang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stone-wall-3/
