The West

Rains a lot where I live TODAY.    
Moved here some nineteen weeks AGO.     
This farm land of beans, corn, and HAY,     
Through which the Mississippi FLOWS.                                      
HOSPITABLE.                                                                                 
REALITY.   

Moved from where there's a little RAIN.  
Yes, nineteen weeks ago it WAS.   
The growers there keep the world SANE.   
Low rain falls for the good it DOES.*   
The many DROUGHTS;   
And so few DOUBTS.  

062722PSCtest, Posie Contest, Emile Pinet
Rhyme: ABABCC; ABABCC
Syllable: 888844; 888844
*Please pray for the people out West
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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