Sun Burn

Yellow Flower

Fresh-faced sun bather

Turns to cook the other side

Sore back and shoulders

Should have used stronger sun cream

Learn the lesson for next time!


© 2014 Harcourt 51

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Surrounded by Predators

Reeds

Cornered;
Trapped like prey, surrounded by predators
No way out, nowhere to run.
Such are the words of the lonely poet.

Stuttering with rage
And terror, and panic,
Speech comes haltingly
As the fight continues.

Yet as the end draws nigh,
When all appears lost,
His eyes he raises skyward
In desperation and hope;

And sees the shafts of light
Pouring from behind the clouds
Over distant landscapes,
Enlightening weary souls.

Inspiration from on high
Opens wide the troubled heart
That it may find salvation
In sharing words of comfort.


© 2014  Harcourt 51