Sweetness of Sorrow

I could not fit my description in this box, so that is down below.

I wrote this poem about my home, the River Delta, which is proposed to have our water taken down to LA, and will largely effect our small communities of farmers and kind people. To learn more about this, visit www.restorethedelta.org. (that would not fit in the description box)

Through the river bank
The water flows
Up in the tree,
The raven crows
On the leathery face,
the hard work shows
As it is the seed the farmer sows
A bead of sweat
Dripping down his nose.
Just like the waves,
it comes and goes
The sweetness of sorrow,
neither friend nor foe.
And in the end there is nothing-
Nothing left for us to show.

Reviews

[Johanna]

Very beautiful piece, very beautiful. Hopefully it will end well, will check out the link. Lovely poem!

[Emma Kirchhoff]

Thank you for reading, as well as checking it put further! Thank you!

[zainul]

The heartfelt piece captivated me.
My favorite lines are:

"Through the river bank
The water flows
Up in the tree,
The raven crows"

[Emma Kirchhoff]

Thank you very much for reading and commenting, it is much appreciated!

[Emma Kirchhoff]

Thank you very much for reading and commenting, it is much appreciated!

[zainul]

You are always welcome,dear poet.:)