Summer's End Poem by Eugene Mattingly

On the great stage of life
the final throes of summer
wildflowers survived
lay wind-beaten and burned
beside the old country road
the few strong beast
survived the drought
covered with dust
breezes now blowing soft
the scars upon the earth
abide as the cracked earth
opens her mouth
to drink
only a sip now and then
perhaps winter will bring
the lifeblood of all, rain
prayers rise to heaven
please lord what have we done
let life return
let us not burn.