Rivers Again
The earth in Wiltshire is crying for rain...
I hear the sky whispering rumours of rain
Apparently there will be rivers again
Worms for the blackbirds, toads in the mud
Puddles on petals and fields in flood
Streams in the gutter, in burrow and street
Children and rabbits with little wet feet
Flashes of flame setting Ceres alight
And thunderclaps frightening pigeons in flight
The waters will fall on the morrow they say
Deep in the cracks of the dry earth of May
And farmers and flowers with tears in their eyes
Will watch as the corn and the reservoirs rise
As ever the moaners will mutter and sigh
And shake their umbrellas, and curse at the sky
© Gail Foster 12th May 2017
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2017
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