Look down an empty road
Imagine what is there
A girl with golden hair
Bags filled with seeds
As she picks up a stick
She looks for places bare
Her seeds for planting there
Knowing they’ll grow
Springing up everywhere
Coloring empty space
Turning a barren place
Into a field
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben
What a great poem, Annette.
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Thank you, Robbie! 🙂
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