Imagery/Hometown Poem

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Valley of the Lung

The cold, dark mountain
Seeps into the town
Upon the dreary memories
That seem to hold a frown

The eerie feel of eyes
Watching from the hill
Hang just like a shadow
Sickening the ill

The pain of betrayal
Haunts them from within
As each breath untaken
Leaves them without kin


The sickness started spreadin’
When they opened up the hill
The darkened cloud of dust
Was lookin’ to kill

They’ve buried twice as many
As there would’ve been before
Yes, they’ve buried twice as many
But the mine still calls for more.

Everyday Photo Poem

Chapped Leather

The warmth of the sun
Crawls up his skin
As the sweet smell of coffee
Starts to drift in

Hes ready to go now
As he picks up his keys

And head to ol' rusty
His trusty machine

As he revs up the diesel
He glances around
At his "new" leather gloves
Now exhaustively worn down

Shouting to his dog
He mounds up the hay
And embarks toward the field
For another lingering day

The values he knows
Have been taught by the land
And always shine through
The work done
By a ranch hand

Hardworking and honest
He strives for the best
But hardships and trials
Await the next test