For Out Of Water Poetry Contest
Written 2/15/2015
I am a parched and thirsty land My soil is cracked, dry and lifeless My fields are fallow and wanting My farmers agonize and pray for rain I am the bread basket for many souls Yet years of drought are exacting their toll My crops are failing, my wells are running dry Without water, my land's lifeblood I will become a wasteland and die I am a parched and thirsty land I, the great Golden State, am out of water I am California. Written on 2/15/2015
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