Purple Sage For twenty years I traveled the sands, Way out west among the badlands. Camping and walking were the deeds of the age, I fell in love with the purple sage. A dry country bush that glistened in the sun, In my way of thinking, it was having fun. Catching less than four inches of rain each... Sign in to see full entry.
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I am a Vietnam Veteran of eighteen months and twenty three years in the U.S. Air Force who writes poetry. I sell my five hundred poems on cd's. My poetry is of lifes joy and termoils. I have written five hundred poems in four years and have recieved multiple accolades. You will enjoy my works due to the care and the emotions that I have created. Please enjoy yourself as you flow through my writeings. Writing Poetry is like Painting with words. "Robert Louis Stevenson:. Thank you for your reading my work.
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