Poetry From The Heart
Life bursts of season’s
good and bad
nothing escapes unscathed.
The sun torments earth with heat
draws moisture from the soil
leaves a hard crusted ground.
My love for nature fetches sadness
a hunger to correct mistakes
during droughts, storms, and freezes.
Crows set on fence posts
cheer for the rain to hurry
panting in utter disgust.
Dead orchard grass dances
to breezes swooping in to ease the heat.
Critters flee to shadier places
to relieve their distresses.
Daisies in the field withered
cry out to live and be vibrant.
My lungs ache as I breathe
the hot air into my being.
A turtle waddles along a path in the grass
its shell covered with died mud
searches for a pond to dip into.
A butterfly mocks the crows.
Buzzards surround pastures
looking for a dead critter.
Life bursts of seasons bringing calamities.
Many times life is torturous for everything, every one
cause’s misery to swallow moments of the journey.
I cross my arms and look to Heaven
pleading for a relief of the prevailing problems.
Life is short and in need of provisions
it’s hard to exist when elements refuse to provide.
A body dies without nourishments…
buzzards wait to feed from remains.
Life bursts of season’s…
good and bad.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2014 – Use by Permission Only.