Half Hearted Hope Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Half Hearted Hope
Water fowl still gather
In half empty ponds;
A woodcarving man
Doing the best he can
Has wood for sale.
A scorched earth
Blighted with crops of
Raggedy failing corn;
Miles of
Vineyards with
Grapes dried out
On the vines.
A suffering economy
A suffering people;
A suffering land.
All has been taken away
Except for half hearted hope;
Prayers that rain
Will come again soon.
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4/25/2024 4:23:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Carolyn, you really have written an excellent piece, well-penned, you got my vote 10+, keep it up....