An Old Red-clay Boy   2 comments

Kenne_ Art blog II“On The Roads Outside Of San Diego” 

On the roads outside Oshiobo,
I fell down on my knees
There were female spirits 

In old mud huts, iron bells
Ringing up in the trees and
An eighty-year white priestess,

Who made juju all night long
East of Woodstock,
West of Viet Nam.

— from “East of Woodstock, West of Viet Nam” by Tom Russell

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  1. Beautiful work❣️Thanks for sharing.

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