poetry – Modern Survival Arkansas

A Hard Days Work

To bed I go, To rest my head The day is done, The sun is dead The moon has risen, I must sleep A hard days work, I will repeat Calloused hands, and iron bones Work away, to crumble stone Oh dark disease, tear it down! A hard days work, will be my crown ForContinue reading “A Hard Days Work”

Thunder

A gentle wind hits my skin As clouds of rain approach I hear a gentle rumblin’ That brings with it a hope And bolt of light that soars on by Illuminates the shade That cover cast by blackened clouds Darkening my gaze I know that simply standing here Will bring me to the eye TheContinue reading “Thunder”