Wet Work
I see rain drops hit the ground
And bouncing westward ever
Mother Earth still spinning round
On her sunny tether
Riding moon is at the helm
Guiding waves of weather
Answer echoes ripple far
Not as far as never
It’s water’s answer
Cooling fire
Making steamed advances
Air awaits till tide abates
Nicely timed wind dances
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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