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dry ground
sighs a pitiful sound
sends a mournful wail
up from its bowels
great
open holes
where the dirt was
now separated into
cracks that look like
open sores
how the ground
looks sad
cooked daily
in 100 degrees
have we known its thirst
where lips cracked
now the ground cracks
how it must hurt
to have such open sores
be so thirsty
dried out
can't heal up
or seal up
because the clouds pass by
- with just
a wink and no promise
the ground suffers
swelters
burned up
browned
out
dead
down below
it's wondering when
it will get a drink
again
down deep
it can't cry anymore
its tears have all
dried
up.
© d.knape
July 28 , 2012
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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