First DroughtA Poem by Willard WellsEvolution of droughtThe elusive golden orb arises again, In the land of clouds and rain. The peasants gather to find water And shelter from the evil demon light in the sky.
It's burned their crops, And dried their land Searching for relief and water wherever they can. Starving and dying on this desolate earth.
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5 Reviews Added on July 1, 2015 Last Updated on July 2, 2015 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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