Christmas In The Amazon - Poem
Christmas In The Amazon
There at the sun's peek-a-boo state,
I lay, in the dismal
and obscure shadows of
the trees.
- Breathing, just barely.
Trying to stay alive.
Tress around me also
dying...
... begging for help.
The crickets yell, birds caw.
A tear from my heart
moistens my cheek.
Tears from the sky fall
upon the trees
giving them that sad state
of life.
The trees know,,
the animals know,
the skies know...
and worst of all,
I know. The Grim Reaper
dressed in construction
hats and boots,
is giving death to
us for Christmas.
- © Robert Hutchinson
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