Thursday, June 27, 2013

Poetic Bloomings Descent

Send the Rain

Said farmer Brown, “It’s amazing.
On the stubble these cows are grazing.
If we don’t get rain soon.
Instead of jumping the moon
These cows will receive quite a hazing.

There’s smoke in the air, not cooking
For storm clouds we’re diligently looking
The lakes look like puddles of mud
The crops will certainly be dud

Wild mountain grasses
Look recently mowed and trimmed
Gasping for moisture

Blue skies deceptively cheery
The drought does render us dreary

May God’s fingers drum happily on our roofs.

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