One day when I was feeling down and out,
I took a walk along a country road,
then veered off from my usual dull route.
I headed to the left, so then I strolled
a mile or so. What beauty captured me!
Wild flowers bloomed. I picked those with blue hues,
and on a hill, I saw a willow tree.
My spirit lifted, for I’d lost the blues!
I sat beneath the willow in its shade
and saw beside me a gigantic hole.
I had no inkling what or who had made
the gaping hole on that unlikely knoll.
As a symbolic gesture, I then threw
my flowers in the hole and named it blue!
May 28, 2021
for Anthony Biaanco's Blue Hole Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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