Burnt DirtA Poem by danDebating climate change? If so I feel sorry for you....
Summer grassland, screams are garbled
Hoarsely clearing dusted pipes
Frantic bees scratch 2D hives in
sizzling patches…scorched soil dirges.
Farmland withers, bleeding ca$h;
Treetops flame like matchstick towers…
Farmer Dells clutch ground like cinders,
Trapped by crops in molten memory.
Barns once filled with work machines
Now stand in kindling,
Dirt on fire.
dan © 2015
Music: “Burnin’ for You,” by Blue Oyster Cult
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22 Reviews Added on July 1, 2015 Last Updated on July 1, 2015 Tags: nature, fire, desolation boulevard Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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