One eye green and one eye blue
Whipping winds screaming with wild wooshing ardor
Through and through
Little girl with one eye green
Why do you stand and stare with one eye blue?
The dust is coming and we must get below
She smiles and laughs as one with a joke
Keeping from me the secret behind eyes green and blue
Wild winds tearing at our farmworn clothes she says
I would rather die than go into the darkness with you
Author notes
This was loads of fun! Thanks for the inspiration!
A contest entry
- Dust Bowl by warrior-eagle.
300 points, ended April 10, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Respect is asked for, given and understood... :)
Comments
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That last line tied it so well that it was amazing,
thanks for entering my contest,
and great work.
...Simply Me♥
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