Foraging For Food Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms running like natives on a hunting trek, foraging for food
for everyone in the jungle, searching, looking for whatever will
satisfy everyone's appetite.

Starving, needing sustenance to keep going, women and children
hoping the men will find food to feed them with, not wanting any-
one to die from starvation.

Darkness falling upon the jungle, people not wanting to give up
when all of a sudden yelling is being heard and they come into
the circle of a fire's light, rejoicing, happy, smiling, knowing
now that everyone will be fed.
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