The Sun Does BurnA Poem by Mickey EllisonComfort can sometimes yield pain, on a hot tin roof.
The stock tank was cold This early summer day Two young men Had dared to play In the water Still chilled from the ground Two young bodies White from a long winter Had goose bumps all over As they scrambled up the wood pile To stretch out on top Of the corrugated tool-shed roof Ahhh, the warmth, The sweet soft breeze Mom just doesn’t know How great life can be We rested But Oh, for a week We ached and cried As our skin turned red and hot and dried Why didn’t we listen? © 2008 Mickey Ellison |
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1 Review Added on March 21, 2008 AuthorMickey EllisonDearborn, MIAboutFrom farm to Naval Flight Officer to Training and Organizational Development and Performance System Consulting, 7-Habits Facilitator, Preacher, Song-leader, 6-Sigma Black Belt, Manufacturing Dimension.. more..Writing
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