Pray for Rain

I’m putting together a group of poems for a new book and ran across this one.  It was printed in Upcountry eMagazine a couple years ago.  Thought I’d share:

Pray for Rain
 
Bone white breasts,
your milk has dried.
Where will your children feed?
The corn has curled
like pineapple sticks;
     There will be no
     bread for supper.
 
Our pond is cracked earth.
The larders are empty.
Crops have been mown,
cattle sold.
 
The grass turns to dust.
 
We wait,
choke  on our sweat
and watch the skies
in our land of cream and
honey.
 

#poetry #poem #drought

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About Wendy L. Koenig

I was born in Colorado, but raised on a small homestead in Illinois. I served in the USAF right out of high school. After my stint in the military was finished, I returned home and had a horse stable. My first piece to be printed was a short children’s fiction, Jet’s Stormy Adventure, serialized in The Illinois Horse Network. It was a natural fit, given my business. Later, I attended University of Iowa's famed summer workshops and writing programs. Since that time, I have authored and co-authored numerous books. Several of my novels and short stories have won international awards and have appeared in multiple venues.
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