Sniveling in My Sleeve
© 5-15-2009 by Olan L. Smith
In the south we say, "What the hay,"
If perchance we squabble
Or one should dabble,
With a cross ways glance.
I am glad you came back
And did not leave or else
I would be sniveling in my sleeve.
A/N: I wrote this for a poet friend, on another site, when he posted he was leaving the site.
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith
PoetryThis collection is a gathering of most of my older poems, both published and unpublished, making it easier to find my poetry.
