Prancing Rainbows In the Sky
We are the children of the dry ground;
A dust bowl of empty arid fields
is all our eyes espy
On barren land
…our voices cry
Clouds darken as we watch the sky;
Carousel dreams of balloons
filled with water
ready to burst
… our voices sing!
Romping the horizon, riding high…
Thunder prances its hooves
as lightning ripples
our rainbow visions!
…our voices rejoice!
Dissipating dreams of children’s wishes…
Merry-go-around horizon winds
chase rain laded clouds
from our view
…in unison we sigh
We are the children of the dry ground…
Hope remains within our vision
Waterless day dreams
evaporate our vision
… our voices cry
© Debra Squyres
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2015
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