Thursday, July 9, 2009

Rain

Monsoon is near
Corn on the cob is here
Rabbits and hedgehogs burrow
Where do homeless children go

Kitty curls on the rug
In my hand is a mug
Ponchos and sweaters us warm to keep
Where do homeless children sleep
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6 comments:

  1. Kitchen Floor CockroachJuly 9, 2009 at 11:31 AM

    this paints a bleak picture. oh so true!

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  2. The AuthorJuly 9, 2009 at 1:15 PM

    genius poets everywhere. i'm honoured to read you all!!!

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  3. ImageNationsJuly 10, 2009 at 1:02 AM

    A touching piece...where do they go?

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  4. KwegyirbaJuly 11, 2009 at 8:46 PM

    @Roach, a little boy broke my heart and inspired this piece.
    @Nana Yaw, I'm honoured to read you too.;-)
    @Nana Fredua, I honestly don't know. Do you?

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  5. ~July 12, 2009 at 2:04 PM

    Wow...I'm feeling guilty just having this laptop, for not doing something. Words rarely come to life in this way for me; you've given them flesh, bone and spirit...wow

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  6. KwegyirbaJuly 13, 2009 at 2:45 AM

    Thank you antye504. We should do something, shouldn't we? Or else they will grow up to harass our children.

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