A hot summer burns each golden day then Autumn <br />calls with it's coat of grey. Falling leaves and winds <br />that are strong a mild taste of winter that can be hard <br />and long. A faded blue sky turns a misty grey as it heads <br />down that darkend way. Then after dawn the sun rarely shows <br />but the embers in the fire just glows and glows. <br />The sea and the surf just crash on the shore another year over <br />just as many before.Fishermen take time to mend their nets <br />the catch is now over but there are no regrets. <br />Days of the year told in time and tide, a circle around the world <br />as the seasons divide.A different climate for bird and beast but <br />poverty remains and for those there is no feast. <br />A green pasture for one and a desert for another pray tell me <br />why this Earth has been called Mother.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-great-divide/
