Author Carl Rakosi 2 Inland is the goat in open field. The milk is marketed. Attend our table. The sand and fluorspar and the soda ash make a blue aventurine glass for this city, a lion rampant on his hind feet, royally clawing, tail whipped up. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments