Red Blossoms
Down where the Camelia blossoms blood red
In the heart of winter, when others rest
Poverty is stamped out and all are fed
And red-breasted Robin has flown the nest
Few left to struggle with a cold winter
And family farms have disappeared from view
None left to tend the fires' dying embers
No inheritance left for children to accrue
Will the Robins reappear bringing spring
A rebirth of values and self-esteem
Planted fields whose great harvest brings
A wealth of values, wisdom that beams
Poverty still planted where blossoms red
Values disappeared, disrespect bred
Sonnet: With 10 syllable count and rhyme
scheme: abab, cdcd, efef, gg
Called an English sonnet....
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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