Marthe Claude

Rookie (10-31-1993 / Paris, France)

The Olden Days - Poem by Marthe Claude

Silver Coins
clatter with soft sounds
Silent raindrops
fall to the ground

Merchants close up their shops
while little girls scurry home
Their long white dresses
changing from white to full wheat the has grown

Businesses closing early
praying the storm won't hit severely
Men hurrying to their families
Ladies tending to their crying babies

Raindrops beat
agains window
Shadowing across the seat
of the crying widow

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 25, 2008

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