Click Clack
Tiny morning star shining against gray
Just above the eastern horizon's dawn
A dawn of dull lavender not party gay
And constant click-clack of sprinkler on the lawn
Cool, dry air penetrates every muscle
Chilling thoughts within my brain's deepest ruts
No animal stirs with a faint rustle
Quiet from the haute zone and lowest hut
War rages on in distant foreign lands
Young men and women die once again
Children blasted while rich eat haute meals grand
And men speak of what they want to gain
Click-clack around the sprinkler goes and goes
Where all will end no on really knows
Finis'
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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