Slap slap slap
Feet against ground.
Gumboots wade through slush.
Muddy puddles slow my steps
and slippery slime makes me slip and slide.
Rain tumbles down in torrents,
Blurs my searching eyes.
Mist coats the ground,
Fills the atmosphere
stifles shivering souls.
And the wind
Blocks all other sound.
Ears straining through the chaos,
Searching searching
Searching
Looking for well known cry.
But chaos blocks all other sound
and cry after cry is carried
away by heartless wind.
What was lost
Shall not be found.
YOU ARE READING
From My Heart
PoetryA collection of poetry Some humorous, some sad and some joyful, but always from the heart. "One day a little mouse Got tired of living in my house Tired of staying on the ground In reach of vicious hounds So out it set upon it's qu...
