Show THE VINE by ANNE CAMPBELL THE thigh HE high vine Is trying vainly to climb upon the smooth boards of my little shack the sun Is peering from an azure sky cut but there Is something here that holds it back nothing to climb on the rub it falls back on the brick 0 of the foundation walls today ill buy a trellis for roy my vine and guide its tendrils up the strong white wood reflecting as I 1 do on the divine and lofty way god labors for our good giving us room to climb to heights above upon the golden trellis ot of his love copyright service |