The Daily Poem

SING THIS BRIGHTER DAY

The last time I was here there were no towns,

The only things in sight were stony mounds,

Those clever bunkers built to look like wells,

Each one surrounded by those "sacred" bells.

The Boor Jees must have figured out the rouse

And rained a thousand tons of ground abuse.

But now these towers glisten in the sun

As if no deed of hate was ever done.

The smiling statues dance in fountain spray,

And I, from a window, sing this brighter day.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Rhyming Couplets

Lemoore, California

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