Two Selections from R L Swihart's New Poetry Book @ Amazon: Woodhenge
From Old Poems: WOODHENGE Boys amid timothy. All morning shovels bite the turf to form a rough circle of a ditch Instead of greywethers wood scraps are dragged to the fence between yard and field A dead crow, five fake arrowheads and a jackknife find new life in a shallow grave The departing sun slants through a makeshift door From New Poems: LIMERICK Last breakfast: at the door of the orange cow. Caps and scones She argued against the young man behind the counter, I donned wig and gown and devilled to commute his sentence Four swans along the old wall (Strand side), heads drowning for food; nest-suggesting strokes of green On the other side (above high water), Emer's monster line: IT WILL RISE WITH THE MOON *** BUY THE BOOK (KINDLE EBOOK OR PAPERBACK) @ AMAZON.COM!!!