what hill are you talk of
when we starve ourselvs
dinner is done
we come too late
Sam
1955 London double brown ale brewed
2014 Westport Massachusetts ale doubly brown
brewed in/among Westport River
robust pour large foamy head
(the soaps of cleansing)
first sip malts a smooth weight
clean finish
crisp quick hop sting taste
settles on tongue
ahhh roma of malt
excellente secondo taste
malts fill cheecks and hops
hoop flavors all around
and again a great subtle end
the dried oak leaves collected
around the old blue bycycle
face sin leaves
(laughing character
bulbous nose Durante)
summers and winters 18
has time stalled stood still
while leaves and wind
age and whiskers come and go
blarney........speak.....
listen..... long gone........
I tried to post a picture
but the glass bottle cracked
and broke in my clenched fist
when i turned around and saw the blood
i knew this wasn't gonna be no good
so I set out in the eve to catcha ride
some where south of here
didn't matter where
just outta here
bandaged and wrapped
my thumb stood out
on the highway of doubt
believing I would get a ride
an i did getta ride
to dreamlandwhere
in quiet peace sleep
I slept......
Sam's poem is one of the best I have read so far this year.
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