Dry leaves hang
On waiting trees.
The dead litter
The cracked ground.
Our bitter
Harvest of drought.
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K Morris - Poet 
A wonderful picture of drought suffering trees and plants.
Thank you, Vivienne.
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Thank you for sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
Excellent poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m delighted you like it. Kevin