Saturday, September 8, 2018

poem of the day September 8


The house in 
the middle of the field
was bare and naked
had no trees 
not even a single flower
to shade it from the sun
making the home appear uprooted
as if it were a lost boat sailing through time 
Every time I drive by I want to plant a forest
around her so she will not get burned by the sun 

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