📖 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.