Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

For We Are No Troglodytes

Blinking as we emerge

Into the golden, blinding light

Oh we need the open air

For we are no troglodytes,

Cobalt skies, verdant greens

Room to breathe, a soul set free,

As the scourge diminishes

So grows a sense of joy and glee.







Entry for
BRIAN'S CHOICE J ,any  form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
17/5/2020. Placed 3rd.

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D.W. Rodgers May 22, 2020 at 9:13 AM Too true, but they have opened the trails here again, although social distancing required. Congrats on your win. Gary Smith May 22, 2020 at 9:45 AM Thank you D.W. :)

Barry Stebbings May 18, 2020 at 7:44 AM Very true, Gary. Let's hope it lasts. // Barry Gary Smith May 18, 2020 at 9:12 AM Thank you Barry. :)