Poem: from the hill, in the valley

And there,
from the hill,
they ran,
the jackals,
the wolves,
the laughing dogs,

alone,
in the valley,
meekness stood,

small,
shaking,
uncertain with fear.

The dust flew,
and rocks flew,
and hatred flew,
as the wild,
moved as though one.

There,
in the valley,
the meekness stood.

And as the eyes gleamed,
flashes occurred,
of figures in black.

Confusion,
and terror,
as clouds were lifted,
came upon,
the now shrieking,
coyotes.

The figures stood,
and without eyes,
stared at the dust.

And there on the hill,
they ran,
the jackals,
the wolves,
the laughing dogs,

as with others,
in the valley,
meekness stood.
 
P.S.  Right now, you can send a poem to M. Sakran for consideration.  If M. Sakran likes your poem, it might be published on this blog.

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  2.  

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That’s really the basic idea.  It’s easy.  Just see the Considerations page for more information.

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