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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Fanfare For The Common Cold
Hail spirited spring!you raiser-up of flowers;
you offer us sunshine,
then soak us with showers!
Hail supreme summer!you creator of pollen;
brings a tear to my eye,
(immune system fallen!)
Hail awful autumn!you raiser of breezes;
you grant us the shivers,
you award us the sneezes!
Hail hearty winter!you bringer of snowfalls;
you treat us to coughing,
you award us the sniffalls!
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.
