Adam just posted a new poem...it's one that he completed last Saturday, just before we went on stage to perform together. It might be my favorite yet.
A glimpse...
Beneath the blanket of warm gray sky
moisture falls
The parched land forced to rest
it can only produce so much
for so long
Shoots and fruits have withered
the herds passed
all that remains are ghosts of life passed
it can only produce so much
for so long
it pines for lush green, flourishing life
pulling at all its resources
pushing, striving, and trying to be fertile
it's left barren
dusty and cracked
Go to his blog to read the whole thing...and let him know what you think.
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