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Clanton Days 2011 112


Tumbleweeds dancing across the sun baked earth
Arid winds, circling, picking up dust and brittle grass
A funnel reaching to the sky.

Crows flying slow, searching for water
A bit of shade,
Relief from the searing sun.

Below, a creek bed cracking and curling
A dried up frog, out of place
In the water-less land.

Rita Ackerman, 2002.



  1. I really like this! Thanks for sharing.

  2. Ah, every word hits so close to home. The earth is like dried, cracked skin. 😦

  3. Cindi says:

    So vivid and descriptive, so happy to see the poet in you!

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