Holiday postcard.

Holiday postcard.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton

I met a woman in a burned out land
She had a frog clutched in her hand
'What's that? ' I asked. I heard her say
'Its my families food for the day'

I met a man in this arid land
With brackish water cupped in his hand
I asked 'What's that? ' and heard him sigh
'It just may keep my child alive

I saw a boy sitting on the sand
Observing dust within his hand
I asked'What's that? ' He raised his head
'All that's left of hope' he said

I wandered off to have some tea
I'd hoped there would be things to see
Though the sun always shines and there is no rain
I don't think I'll come here again

© 2021 Bryan Sefton

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Added on January 11, 2021
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Bryan Sefton
Bryan Sefton

Manchester, United Kingdom

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