Honing the Craft

I Remember When

I Remember When

A time before the dry winds blew,
the cool quenching rains stopped falling,
and the baren earth split open,
we walked bare foot on a soft green
carpet dampened by morning mist
with disregard for waste we dumped
on shores and seas and the toxins
we spewed to the hallowed heavens.
                    ~~Judi Van Gorder

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8 X 8
8 lines
8 syllables each line
Inspired by: "EIGHT - 09.14.22"