A drought has come Upon the land where My poetry grows. All I feel I can really do Is protect the aging roots From this scorched place, And hope When the rains fall again, I haven't lost it all.
06/04/2015
Posted on 06/04/2015Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
I know the feeling. But my drought has so much else going on that I don't notice it as much.
