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Samples
As dawn breaks the work boots come on The earth chrunches beaneath my heavy feet upon There are no need for gloves, cuticle care, gone Every each day is the exactly same Filled with hot beads that are drawn by the sun's flame Perspiration soaks my frame The long days are itchy and hot The suns heat ceases to touch me naught And the stains on my boots to the dirt in my nails is rot Working in the heat bringing endless sweat to repay an eternity of debt
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Blog entries by Lyra Greene
Lost (17/10/2014)
Night is blinding (13/10/2014)
Becoming Alice (13/10/2014)
Story Time (13/10/2014)
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Comments
An eternity of debt. Ouch. Somewhere between the crunch of the earth under heavy boots and the soaked frame: the familiar lot, the right elements I think. I almost made that: an eternity of doubt. Best wishes,Dom.
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Christopher Moriarty
Fri 9th Jan 2015 18:52
Hi Lyra,
only just picked up your comment. Thanks so much for your kind words about my poem. I have just read your poem and it really took me back to the grim jobs I worked in the past. Really nicely done.