satisified redA Poem by Amy Craig Beasleyrumble --- helllooooo hellloooo
the mountains shake and return my calls
only crow answers and takes his seat with me in these red rock halls
rabiit on a stick
and lizard
and
a sip of the water
purified in the red and blues of the sage brush fire
the water still smolders with the killing heat
but it wets my throat
Ahhh
down it tumbles
and the shadows slide across my face and the sun
satisfied © 2011 Amy Craig Beasley |
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1 Review Added on December 21, 2011 Last Updated on December 21, 2011 AuthorAmy Craig BeasleyGreenville, SCAbout....daughter - sister - auntie - niece -cousin - wife - mother - friend - - writer - teacher -artist - student - gardener - - cook .... one who listens who hears One who looks and sees .. more..Writing
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