Fields Of Wheat Matching, Grapes Large On Each Vine
Pen is my brush, ink is my oozing paint
often my heart will rush, my muse will faint;
With deeper strokes, colors are splashed about
in aching souls, restless spirits will shout,
Earth and sky meld, virgin soil pleads for wet
poet's pen captures all that it can get.
Rainbow colors, Nature's radiant hues,
diamond buckles on gold laden shoes;
Cool winds flowing, heavens gleam bright sunshine
fields of wheat matching, grapes large on each vine,
Spring rains, green carpet emerging with rhyme
inked stairs, Art hoping to live for all time.
Heart gives, poet's pen flows on and records
beauty in words, for mankind's teeming hordes
Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2017
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18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.