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Donut
01-06-2004, 04:57 PM
The home grows more still
As the sky makes no sound
Hundreds of sparrows
Have swoon their way down
Crows on the rooftop
(Never there before?)
One stubborn mule
Stands put at the door
The chickens they cackle
The rooster he crows
The pigs they seem happy
The cows they move slow

A barnyard vigil
That watches and grows
A boy plays his hymn
To whom no one knows
Death kicks his heels
As the mule takes the blow
Pride bites down hard
The boy cries out slow

Dandylion
01-06-2004, 06:18 PM
different, but I like this one. I can sense the darkness in this one...nice write~Dandy

Donut
01-06-2004, 07:14 PM
Thank-you Dandylion. Yes, it is different. Hopefully others can still find something worthwhile about it.

iblieve
01-07-2004, 02:34 PM
The darkness of country life, been there too, at least the only blood suckers are the mosquitoes. Love this poem. iblieve

Donut
01-07-2004, 05:42 PM
Thank-you iblieve. It's a little unusual, glad to hear that you enjoyed reading it.

Soul Tribunal
01-10-2004, 08:41 PM
Nothing is unusal for me around here.....this was a good poem, a subtle darkness...

Dennis

Donut
01-11-2004, 08:19 AM
Thank-you Dennis for your response. I appreciate it.