Poem 22

Art 8

My country was dry

Parched, dead.

You came, restored life

We are again one.

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13 Responses to Poem 22

  1. How succinct Mr. G and your picture – the fields – the land renewed?

  2. Cocoa (Cubby)'s avatar Cubby says:

    So much said in so few words. I enlarged the picture to view it more closely, and the detail in it is lovely. Love the combination. 🙂

  3. Gabriella's avatar Gabriella says:

    Sometimes less is more. Great one Michael!

  4. A drought-riddled country as metaphor for something more personal – well, that’s how I read it! Succulently succint!

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