A Chapter by Debbie Barry

A poem about the end of a hard day.




August 10, 1988

I hear the crickets.
The evening is calm
After a frantic day of searching.

The air is warm,
But the breeze is soft,
And cool.

It is hard to remember
That the heat of the day
Was not a dream.

It is becoming a memory.

The only sign left
Is the sticky mass of people
Who spent this day
Helping strangers.

It has been a good day.
It will be a good evening.
It will be a good night.

© 2017 Debbie Barry

Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 19. Initial reactions appreciated.

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Added on November 9, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017
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Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..


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