F
Fan Blade
still I hear the hum
Of the fan blade
As it sings
a gentle little melody
In my ear as it rings
behind echoed voices
My mind begins to stir
How would I live this day
if it was as it were
by Jennifer Susan Whitenight
Copyright ©2001 Jennifer Whitenight
Foresaken
It's hot in my desert of prickly pain
as I drag my feet
bloodying the sand
Circling cacti
I Pray for rain
to wash my sins
and to take this thirst away
The sun beats
hard down upon my face
so hard that I can not see in front of me
I'm blinded by it's rays
I need to find away out
Buzzards swarm where I stand
I pray that God comes and takes me fast
from this forsaken land
by Jennifer Susan Whitenight
Copyright ©2001 Jennifer Whitenight
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