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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Lost Proprty Ofice
Pair of sunglases.A walking stic.
Flowr pot.
A trumpt.
A child’s tedy bear.
Gentlman’s brown hat.
Nike runing shoe (left foot).
Box of white candls.
A libray book.Pilow case (with embroidered elephant).
Set of fals teeth.
Plastic bnana.
Tenis racquet.
Hot water bttle.
Pair of scisors.
Umbrela.
A child’s Disny watch.A mouse (not a real one – a cmputer mouse!)
Smal suitcase.
Green flask with red beakr.
Map of London undergrond.
Silver whisle.
Larg jar of Vaseline.
Nine e’sthree l’s
two n’s
two o’s
two s’s
one a
one d
one f
one k
one r
one t
and one u.
If lost, please find.
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.
