This is the way of war.....
The jungle is thick
With a yellow plague
Rice from the patty
Spoiled fish from the sewer's pond
Is all we have to eat
If we are to survive
An enemy's heightened sense of smell....

2008 © TS

Ted Sheridan

User Rating:

10.0 /10
(1 votes)

E-mail this poem to e friend

• Send this poem as eCard

• Add this poem to MyPoemList

• Print friendly version

Comments about this poem (Indigenous by Ted Sheridan)

more comments >>

Click here to write your comments about this poem (Indigenous by Ted Sheridan)

John Tiong Chunghoo (10/16/2008 11:49:00 AM)
yes so indigenuosly true.

People who read Ted Sheridan also read:

Classic poets in PoemHunter.Com:

The complete list >>

Lyrics

The complete list >>

Search in the World Poetry Database =>

Search:

in:

tips

(c) Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge.. About Us | Copyright notice | Privacy statement | Help
12/2/2008 4:50:52 PM. You Are Here: Indigenous by Ted Sheridan