Sunday Church Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Sunday Church



Arkansas Morning-
Emerald green shine,
Tadpoles squashed by
Wiggling shirt-tail pulled bottoms.
Flocks of silver sheep
Creep and flow and push
Closer and together.
Flat-bottomed books, flecked
With dust, marked by an Amen
And a Glory Hallelujah
Tip and thump noisily
To be shushed by wide
Eyed stares.
Let us all pray together.

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