Open Poetry #43 |
West-Indies |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The wind pulled at the West-Indies, With the runners standing still, Much like the peasants who Raised their hands to signal The opening of the store filled streets. There were no cars, No champaign weddings, Just those peeling the prices From the signs So their families could eat with ease. A place that few and far see, A land that shares the earth Like the dirt that paves their survival scene. It isn’t a car, Nor a four bedroom home, It’s a place to sleep, A place to eat, It’s a sunny village in the West-Indies. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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MOCindy Member
since 2008-07-30
Posts 73 |
very good! sigh! life can be soo different and so is their impact on earth. C |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Tomer, This is very good. I’ve worked all around them. However, I have never worked in the West Indies. It sounds like a lovely place, and I hope it is. Bobby |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Tomer, I really like this poem. Alison |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks for the responses all, sorry so late, was out of town. Take care. |
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