Cruel Is The Mother
Cruel is the mother whose hands rip and rupture the earth
Cruel is the mother whose gaze freezes water
Cruel is the mother whose breath blows down forests
Cruel is the mother whose tears are torrents flooding the lands
Cruel is the mother whose mouth spits fire into the air
Cruel is the mother whose footsteps flatten mountains
Cruel is the mother whose great arms create great waves
Cruel is the Mother, that Mother of Nature.
John Rice
The author encourages parents, teachers and librarians to read the poems to children and young people. However, the poems are copyright John Rice 2014 and cannot be reproduced without the express permission of the author.
Random Poetry!
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Me And My Sister
Me and my sister weregreatest of friends,
greatest of friends,
greatest of friends.
Me and my sister were
greatest of friends,
the greatest of friends
in the townland.
Me and my sister wereclose as two waves,
close as two waves,
close as two waves.
Me and my sister were
close as two waves,
as close as two waves
on the ocean.
Me and my sister werelost in the snow,
lost in the snow,
lost in the snow.
Me and my sister were
lost in the snow,
lost in the snow
in the winter.
Me and my sister arenow far apart,
now far apart,
now far apart.
Me and my sister are
now far apart,
now far apart
as two prayers.
John Rice
The author encourages parents, teachers and librarians to read the poems to children and young people. However, the poems are copyright John Rice 2014 and cannot be reproduced without the express permission of the author.
