Nature Mother

September 23, 2011
I saw her.
I saw her there, standing in the swamp—the place everyone had deemed useless.
Flowers were woven in her hair
Mist surrounded her, clothing her
Her hair was the color of mud
Her eyes a deep brown flecked with green
I watched completely motionless
She looked around at the dead trees and construction equipment
A tear rolled down her cheek.

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InkWriter13 said...
Jun. 22, 2012 at 1:41 am
Ahh, the beauty of simplicity! This is the perfect length for this poem/this idea. Loved it. I definitely agree. Would you comment on my poem titled I am the Mother of War? It follows the same theme, and I would love to get your perspective on my writing/ideas. Great writing.
KCayla said...
Nov. 10, 2011 at 6:14 am
Wow. I like the description. This is good. People should pay more attention to the enviroment instead of destroying it. I mean I understand that we need the wood but we don'n need so much! Grrrrr deforestation angers me...
Victoria9 said...
Nov. 6, 2011 at 1:15 am
The Title is a little twisted...!! butt I can Understand Good work and She Must Care For mother nature
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