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Joe Miano Poem
THE BLIZZARD AND THE CITY
The wind-blown snow went whirling by!
The drifts piled up so very high!
The avenue was changed to a rural road.
The pines could hardly bare their load.
The city vanished under a blanket of snow.
A village appeared - but soon began to grow!
The snowplows came to clear away the snow.
The village died - victim of a mechanical foe!
But for a very brief interval of time,
Peace and beauty covered the city of crime.
As if the only cure for mankind’s plight
Is nature’s coverlet of purest white!
Copyright © Joe Miano | Year Posted 2015
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Joe Miano Poem
BASKETS OF SAND AND CORAL
Here on my roof on Eastern pillows spread
I watch the “slaves” unload the dhows-
Strong black men with bulging biceps,
Carrying baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
In monotonous repetition they trudge,
From ship to sea wall, from wall to shore,
Each a vital link of their conveyor belt,
As their forefathers have been in ages past,
Passing baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
Copyright © Joe Miano | Year Posted 2020
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Joe Miano Poem
BASKETS OF SAND AND CORAL
Here on my roof on Eastern pillows spread
I watch the “slaves” unload the dhows-
Strong black men with bulging biceps,
Carrying baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
In monotonous repetition they trudge,
From ship to sea wall, from wall to shore,
Each a vital link of their conveyor belt,
As their forefathers have been in ages past,
Passing baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
Copyright © Joe Miano | Year Posted 2020
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