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Howling Bloody Hell
Homage to Marcus Slease
ARCHETYPE Sonnet No. 42
Guernica
Love of Rarest Vintage
Once Upon A Lifetime
Overtones of Holmes
Life's Indelible Beat
Sonnet No. 36–Citation
Chained Tears
Ode to a Bookshop
A Grain of Sand
Europe's Decline
Celtic Vibrations
L'Oeuvre
Morning Mists
Cymru (Wales)
Old Men of My Village
Salt of the Earth
Windy Frenzy
Recognition
Where the Hand, Human, Went
Sensations
A Love Song
The Chess players
Love Is So Unwise
The Triple Muse
Spring Rain
Winter Sunset
Always 'There'
Angels in the Sky
Imperishable Essence
Worlds
Urge of Creation
Paris
Collector's Items
Child of Delight
Cleaning out Attics
The Artist
Love's Sublime Echo
No Borders
Honest Song's Measure
Sappho's Echo
Fullest Moon
Sonnet No. 19
Links
The Lovers
Mythologies & Deities
Overtones of Robert Frost
Sonnet No. 9

SALT OF THE EARTH
(for Mother)

I saw the housebreaked wives
plod uphill
their knotted hands
clutched around
threadbare purses.

I heard them cluck like hens
in chicken coops
their boney feet
scratched seeds
on stoney ground.

I caught their labored breaths
closed up tight
in worried frowns
whimpering sounds
from thin-lipped mouths.

I spied such was their lot
dried wrinkles
owned before time
blushed brides
bled and begot.

I ate their bread soups
sobered down
brewed miracles
of nature's gifts
as their smiles spread.

I watched their faces melt
faded blooms
became flowers
as we scooped and downed
their proud offerings.

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