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Happy Thanksgiving!
For today’s prompt, write an appreciative poem.
Happy Thanksgiving!
For today’s prompt, write an appreciative poem.
THANKS AGAIN FOR THE WELCOME RAIN
by John Yeo
When the Kingfisher comes inland
It is a sign of rainfall.
Living under indigo skies
Everything is burnt and sere,
Parched people on a parched earth
Scratch the dusty soil to survive.
The drought has been severe.
Acacia and Palm trees thrive.
Rainfall arrives with a cool fresh shower
Flushing the scarred dry land clean.
The dust we have been breathing
Turns to mud. Life is a celebration
Dancing, laughing and singing,
We have free fresh water to drink.
The crops breathe a sigh of relief.
Birds fly down to bathe and drink
In the swiftly forming puddles.
Dry river-beds begin to fill
First with a trickle, then a flood.
Flowers bloom fresh and smile.
Our crops grow green with welcome.
Women fill stone jars with water
Balancing the weight on their heads.
People dance and sing once again
Coming together to appreciate the rain.
Clean, clear fresh water is everywhere,
Flushing away the forgotten pain.
Of the dry sad months of drought.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved
by John Yeo
When the Kingfisher comes inland
It is a sign of rainfall.
Living under indigo skies
Everything is burnt and sere,
Parched people on a parched earth
Scratch the dusty soil to survive.
The drought has been severe.
Acacia and Palm trees thrive.
Rainfall arrives with a cool fresh shower
Flushing the scarred dry land clean.
The dust we have been breathing
Turns to mud. Life is a celebration
Dancing, laughing and singing,
We have free fresh water to drink.
The crops breathe a sigh of relief.
Birds fly down to bathe and drink
In the swiftly forming puddles.
Dry river-beds begin to fill
First with a trickle, then a flood.
Flowers bloom fresh and smile.
Our crops grow green with welcome.
Women fill stone jars with water
Balancing the weight on their heads.
People dance and sing once again
Coming together to appreciate the rain.
Clean, clear fresh water is everywhere,
Flushing away the forgotten pain.
Of the dry sad months of drought.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved