The First Hundred

...in the light of eternity. "Life's a tough proposition, and the first hundred years are the hardest." Wilson Mizner

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Dog Days

Parched grass crackles underfoot.
Haze hangs heavy in the air
With hum and drone oscillating.
Wildflowers bravely stand,
No breeze to lift their spirits.
High above, the golden disc steams slowly westward.

1 Comments:

  • At 8/07/2005 10:06 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    So Seeker is a poet, too!! and a good one. I could feel the heat and see the wavy emanations. Keep it up!! . . . I'm waiting for more news about Karina and Luke.

     

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