Dirty Air Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Dirty Air
Mighty cloud in the sky.
Purple, orange, must ask why?
Smoke stack glory over the hill.
Mask on - feeling less ill.
Sex life went, that pill.
Oxygen mask - token the thrill.
Went to church, GOD cried.
Smog enveloped the temple wide.
Many cars upon the ground.
Monoxide wonder - feeling sound.
Vomit stench - deep breath now.
Doctor said, 'farm with cows'.
from my book, DREAMS
JESUS SAVES
Wow, I guess i'm not the only one who sees how toxict our world is.... Nice poem: ]
I can't even imagine how many times our God has cried for all the damage that has been done to this earth He made for man. Great write Sir Joe! Ten God Bless, Linda
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4/26/2024 3:00:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
hmm makes one wonder what are we doing to our own home? I love the usage of words!