RED ON GREEN

RED ON GREEN

^© Michael Franz Whitby

On this back road scenery of the unchanged’…

…where the average building stands some twenty storeys’

Twelve women are seen crying!

As a black and brown dog’s tail remains in locked motion

Because on such a day, the sun never fades’ from too many clouds

In this location which has been traveled on from all those countless footsteps

Back road settings’…

…where the scenery seems to remain at constant

Ones’ walking mode becomes favorite form of transportation……well…

…it seems to take on an individualistic life’ of their own

Showing such characteristic artistry in details

All in full colour!

A back road…

…where the road itself is overrun with green living plants

Despite the fact, they were buried upon…

…with substances’ not healthy for any living thing daily survival

But survived they did!

Shrubs like those found in that greener pasture where cattle craze all day

Just with more bruises from been trampled upon continuously

Potholes filling back road…

…road where the scenery lingers in time

Women on their knees!

While the dog’s tail is kept fully erected, like one of those attack sequences

Its’ black and brown shaggy coat beautifully contrasted from the pasture greenness’

While that big beautiful sun continues shinning way in the aboveness’

Ever looking so fresh!

Cracked-damaged-asphalted back road…

…where the journey takes a mere five minutes in walk

But for some untold reason

One’ often gets lost in timelessness

Brought on by ones’ helplessness in stare

Of those twelve mothers on their knees…

…crying!

In the middle of the greenest possible pasture

Location where trees and grass become one in sameness’

Cows stand their distant ground…

…from a black bull standing so proud, close but not too far from the barking dog

A bull that had defended its’ territory

Doing a fine job of it, leaving all four of its invaders…

…dead!

The last to go still clutching a blood red bandana 

Now in the arms of a weeping mother…

…what else could cause twelve women to be on their knees in the middle of a pasture?

Below such temperature on a most sunny of summer days

End drawings’ of children at play on very dangerous turf, gone terribly wrong

Male farmers stand in distant-disbelief

But still the mothers cry over red shirts of all those fallen adventurers’…

…mother still holding the youngest as final breaths are taken

The end result of now most famous ‘Big Bad Black Bull’

Still standing for now…

…ever so proud!

…reversing forward, future is history!

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