Post No. 964
14 March 2017
The Harvest
.
Blood of my blood,
Bone of my bones,
Land of rock
And land of stones,
Withered and weathered
Where nothing grows
And mankind reaps
All that he sows.
.
Copyright: Denise G Allen, 14.03.2017 14:32
Post No. 964
14 March 2017
The Harvest
.
Blood of my blood,
Bone of my bones,
Land of rock
And land of stones,
Withered and weathered
Where nothing grows
And mankind reaps
All that he sows.
.
Copyright: Denise G Allen, 14.03.2017 14:32
I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx
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17/03/2017 at 2:55 pm
Best get to work planting something nourishing then rather than evil or nothing at all.
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17/03/2017 at 3:12 pm
Distraction buzzes around me like a persistent mosquito.
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