Sally Plumb Plumb

Bronze Star - 2,536 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Crumbs - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

It is a hot day,
he forks the soil
and smells the earth's shine,
crumbling its feeling
within his fingers.

It rained yesterday
and its thirst
was assuaged
as he drank
his tea inside...
and ate shortbread.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 6, 2011

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