Barbara’s Poetry From The Heart Corner
The sun is rising…
walking up the dirt road to the house
sunflowers heads slump
a hurt child exposed to elements.
Their brown faces
signs of parched expressions
curled yellow bonnets need ironing.
Bodies tilt to the left and right
ashamed of their leaning forms.
Leaves droop hanging at their sides
a cache of dried compost.
Rooks spy sitting in the shade
gasping for air in the arid heat.
The light widens…
purple-headed thistles blackened.
The grounds cracked and waterholes empty.
Clumps of russet moss hangs on trees
forgets it use to be pea green.
Across the way…
a turtle shambles across a hot road
looks for a cool drink.
I would love to open a faucet but,
someone greater is in control.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2007 – Use by Permission Only.
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