Thursday, July 4, 2019

Poem: In our image #the100dayproject Day 92

In our Image 

They have barren and bounty in winter; 
warm, rough hides of their milk cows, 
leafless maples and empty oak trees, 
grass matted down with morning frost, 
and the sound of thunder from a plane 
as it shears the fleece from the clouds. 
The inner workings of all things are simple 
until we tinker with them to make them better; 
we try to grow wings and fly from the family farm 
where the dilapidated trailers lay like dying caterpillars 
and the depleted silos stand less than half empty. 
A bale of hay only takes them so far 
and the troubled wind, singed in the jet engine, 
calls for Euros to bring storms and rain down 
to punish all of us still standing firmly on the ground. 

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