The Blight Fight
when the sun bakes poor earth dry
and howling winds make trees fly
then I will build you a nest
somewhere safe for you to rest
when no longer can I toil
in fields dying of dry soil
I will try to build a well
to defer tomorrow's hell
and when others come to steal
what we have left for a meal
then I will defend and fight
to protect you from this blight
when all done, and no more fear
I will wipe away your tear
then we look with no sorrow
for a brighter tomorrow
A Jueju-Qijue (7 syllable) Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
Copyright © Lockdown Larcs | Year Posted 2023
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