The Sun Came By - Poem by KHAYA CLARENCE

Out, bright and brave,
It is the sun that shines
Nothing else came by.
It came and burnt the chicky grass
Leaving the corn dry and grilled
The man curled worried
Under the hawthorn boughs
He turned brooklets into furrows
He drank the rivers into ponds
And ponds became dumping lairs
The temperamental sun can not be tamed.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Comments about The Sun Came By by KHAYA CLARENCE

  • Kelly Kurt (4/7/2015 2:25:00 AM)

    Only the cloud can soothe the suns ire. Thank you for sharing, Melikhaya
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  • John Sky Dadzie (3/9/2015 3:03:00 AM)

    the tempremental sun cannot be tamed very true nice poem and thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 9, 2015

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