Poem ... Buttermilk Skies
I look at Buttermilk skies
Through tears in my eyes
Knowing an end is near
That few realize
Those lazy days
Backs on the ground
Chewing a wheat stalk
Harvest coming round
Church on Sunday
Praying for all's good
No need for doubting
Our Deity understood
But why these tears
No big surprise
We will be saved
Under Buttermilk Skies
Those words of hope
By the hopium horde
Fall on deaf ears
Silence of the Lord
Rabid Poet
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