Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Tanka

Be Prepared

Be Prepared

When the well runs dry.
And we're all afraid to die.
I can hear us cry.
Dear God. Oh, Father, on high.
Tell me why the well is dry.

Poetic form:  Tanka
©  Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
     11-14-09

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Audrey Haick November 14, 2009 at 5:00 PM So true, Dane Ann! We somehow always let fear overtake us! I pray when my well runs dry I will still hope and trust! Good job! Peace and love, Audrey