On The Bright Side Poem by John McCornack

On The Bright Side



Maybe the Ice Gods were just angry
Many trees hurt.... such a bad deed
As nothing sacred seemed to be safe
A pain which we all seemed to bleed

The sun does win and temps go high
As ice becomes part of a bad dream
And green returns to Mother Earth
As Bright Sides becomes the routine

Monday, May 14, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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John McCornack

John McCornack

Yukon, Oklahoma
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