Death On The Prairies Poem by Melvina Germain
Death On The Prairies
Running along the desolate highway.
Tiny feet carrying them faster and faster.
Eyes bulging, while forging ahead,
never looking back.
The prairie dogs know there under attack.
Armed in jeeps with daddy’s present.
Rifle in hand, prepared for adventure.
Shot fired; pierced through the air.
Tail for a penny to be had here.
(April 4,2007)
Yes a very sad poem here, why must man kill for fun...
Melvina; This is sad, we so depend on the Prairie Dogl Prairy Dog ~Haiku Haiku A prairy Dog A Prairie Dog Sits He Barks but not really One The Desert is his Home Thursday, March 31,2005 Charles Garcia
Melvina, being a lover of all of God's creatures large or small I felt this a sad poem. A reflection of life vividly told. The imagery very well done. The writing is excellent as normal. Top marks from me. Thank you for sharing it my friend. Love David
ending is adorable. good subject matter. staccato rhythm. care, sjg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 6:49:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Melvina I live in the heart of the countryside and we often see road kill, it just breaks my heart. Gods creaturs just crushed to death with not a care in the world. a very sad poem hit me right in the heart. Cheers Sylviex