The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

40: This Year Jacob's Coat

This year Jacob's Coat
Climbed to the sky
Wild like a bursting child
Who can't wait to speak
a mass of golden splendor
Worthy of its name
Spilling down like a waterfall
Of many colors
That lovely rose
We so adored
Not only spoke
I do believe it was singing!

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