Road to Tappahannock and Other Poems

THE ROAD TO TAPPAHANNOCK A POEM A DAY Here in Tappahannock, Sitting on the porch, Amidst quiet of brooding trees And sun and cool and warm and hot; Watching roses bloom and flowers grow And marsh turn green in summer heat, And birds of every colored feather Beat wings and fly about. The muse inspires a poem Every day.