Linda Hays-Gibbs Poet Ballade

Kick a Dirt Clod

Kick a Dirt Clod
By Linda Hays-Gibbs

The day was sunny and hot as people 
danced
 and ran around excitedly
I knew the very fly, that rot, 
that buzzed around 
my head delightedly
I kept my mouth tightly closed though, 
in silent confused awe
I didn't really think it would happen, 
no not at all 
So all my best kept words were still 
tightly sealed 
In a giant pickle jar under a hill, that my 
thoughts had filled, so lazily 
I limped off behind the juniper tree 
to find my voice... 
But I knew right then I didn't 
really have much of a choice
And as my tears finally silently slid 
I knew I was no longer a silly kid
And all my prayers would go no higher, 
but not 
Because I didn't call him a liar
And the fear in my gut just would not stray
As I saw God kick a dirt clod and turn away

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