chill dawn
on the road to shiloh.
a violet, rose haze,
with blue on edges of far fields.
1844 carved on the stone house on a rise.
other old homes
blanketed in vinyl.
all barns red, newly covered in looks like tin.
there's no balloon on earth
like the fiery red sun
rising in all her glory,
marking the start of new day
...
This last set of four lines I wrote so long ago. I can't locate the original text, and I see there is a problem...I want to get it right. now the "marking the start of new day" has the meter.
on the road to shiloh.
a violet, rose haze,
with blue on edges of far fields.
1844 carved on the stone house on a rise.
other old homes
blanketed in vinyl.
all barns red, newly covered in looks like tin.
there's no balloon on earth
like the fiery red sun
rising in all her glory,
marking the start of new day
...
This last set of four lines I wrote so long ago. I can't locate the original text, and I see there is a problem...I want to get it right. now the "marking the start of new day" has the meter.