Ruth Brown Poems

Here down old waterways speeding
Swift thrust through highways sunlit
Greenness springs softly
Sunlight thrills sparkling grasses
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The lark rises from the murdered earth
His sweet song fills the polluted air
He nests in that soot blackened grass
Under that charred and stunted bush he has his home.
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I seek sweet solitude
In quiet woods
Tree shaded secret glens
By still green ponds.
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The sea is stilll there
And the green hills.
Somewhere a clear sky
Lets through the rays of the sun.
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When I look at that dying, dying face
That withered mask
Like a sea of mud inhabited by rats
Whose scratchy feet have left so many marks;
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