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Hazzard. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Through the air they came,
shattering the silent peace. A voice,
"is that the rain, it is the rain," as
they danced aloud on the metal
A memory asleep sparked as a
mighty flame;early in June when the
rains would come, the thirst of a
dying earth to quench, awaken
I remember the plain, that big plain
where children pranced: dead
brown, had life surely sprung in
awesome green, and gaping mouths
therewith would close. The healthy
plague spreaded, thus green life
I remember the trees, some fruit
trees, when their naked armes
would bud, then fruit came, along
with the wild birds who had their fill,
and the children, rambling with long
rods and plastic bags to gather the
spoils for later a feast.
The sleeping lands awoke and
happiness could breathe once more.
The dancing fades now and the
memory slowly sleep, for I will
always remember the rains.