Shelter Poem by Jon Holloway
Shelter
Shelter
When a hot day grows dark and thick
Rain spots start dotting the dry ground
A small girl will run screaming
In the glasshouse she will hide
Overhead storm clouds will rupture
White hot roots will search the sky
The storm will extract her fear and wonder
Sheltered by a tent of glass
Smelling the warm earth within
For a while she will feel safe
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5/2/2024 9:21:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Smelling the warm earth within For a while she will feel safe.beautiful childhood memories...... a fine poem. very endearing...... thank u. tony