The talk at the club - of nothing else.
The sky hazy yellow with the heat;
The undernourished animals
and children dusty with drought;
The land brown,
as far as the eye can see.
Then one day in October
the heavens open.
The rains are here,
cleaning, refreshing
cooling, greening.
The squelch of footsteps
and the scent of wet earth.
Author notes
Another nostalgic piece of colonialism.
Written January 22nd, 2006
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A contest entry
- water by Cat.
400 points, ended January 29, 2006, 15 entries
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Brilliant imagery......fresh
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GOOD JOB!!!!! :F
A beautiful poem, well written and with imagery depicting the dry and wet seasons.....
I love the scent of the Earth after a rainfall, you took me back home to Puerto Rico, where there are times of dryness, and then it rains so much..... AngelicMistress
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Thank you for sharing -
I love fall rain. The change in the landscape- this piece is lovely in simplicity. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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A very good friend of mine is from South Africa, I can't help but think she would love some of your work.. as it seems to sing with images that would bring it to mind.
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the scent of fresh earth renews the spirit, I like the simplicity in this sir
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A good refreshing poem Vic, beautiful imagery almost feeling the water...Jeff
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