Friday, March 30, 2007

#114: Tainted Soil

Tainted Soil

The ground was now tainted with blood,

and the man hit the ground with a thud.

When he fell in the dirt

Even boulders felt hurt,

And his blood turned the dirt into mud.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I really like your poems. I would love to use them in my classroom. We are doing a unit on poetry and it would be nice.