The After Place by Scott M PratchnerThe Before Place was
A fearful land
Of desert sand and heat
Where no tree grew
Where no bird flew
And the only sound, defeat
I walked its sands
For many days
No food nor drink had I
My feet were worn
My skin was torn
And my heart was running dry
But then one night
When hope was dead
I saw her shining tear
Her eyes allure
Her heart was pure
The After Place was near!
She took my hand
That desert sand
Felt not so hot, its true!
The scorching sun
Had been undone
A desert flower grew!
And soon that waste
Turned forest green
And water trickled through
And in this shade
That you have made
My After Place
is you 09/25/2001 Posted on 09/25/2001 Copyright © 2025 Scott M Pratchner
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