(A technicolour dream from a black and white scene)
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A family wakes to the rooster’s dawn
Fumbling on clothes through dreary yawns
Fighting off the sleep
A mother smiles to a father’s soft kiss
A brother hides from a sister’s hard kick
Fighting not to weep
A father works the fields and fertile soil
Through storms and rain, he has always toiled
Fighting for the best
Images crash his mind from a decade ago
Limitless flashes of bodies with bullet holes
Fighting like the rest
A mother cares for the home with only love
As soft and as warm as a red velvet glove
Kindness in her heart
Prepares the meals like a painting master
She cares, she heals, she plays like an actor
Kindness in her art
A sister studies to follow her dreams
Of being more than a mother who breeds
Wishing for better
Brother plays soldiers like Dad the hero
Mother prays son does not choose that road
Wishing him better
An infant sleeps in a cot by the flames
Bellies full, a family dreams of the same
Warmth from the hearth
A brother dances from sister’s glaring eyes
A mother glances at father who smiles
Warmth in their hearts
dualtamac t1_j9kt05y wrote
Reply to [OT] Poetry Corner: Fire! by OldBayJ
A DAY ON THE FARM, 1955
(A technicolour dream from a black and white scene)
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A family wakes to the rooster’s dawn
Fumbling on clothes through dreary yawns
Fighting off the sleep
A mother smiles to a father’s soft kiss
A brother hides from a sister’s hard kick
Fighting not to weep
A father works the fields and fertile soil
Through storms and rain, he has always toiled
Fighting for the best
Images crash his mind from a decade ago
Limitless flashes of bodies with bullet holes
Fighting like the rest
A mother cares for the home with only love
As soft and as warm as a red velvet glove
Kindness in her heart
Prepares the meals like a painting master
She cares, she heals, she plays like an actor
Kindness in her art
A sister studies to follow her dreams
Of being more than a mother who breeds
Wishing for better
Brother plays soldiers like Dad the hero
Mother prays son does not choose that road
Wishing him better
An infant sleeps in a cot by the flames
Bellies full, a family dreams of the same
Warmth from the hearth
A brother dances from sister’s glaring eyes
A mother glances at father who smiles
Warmth in their hearts
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WC - 194
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