YeahWrite.Me tritina with the theme “myths”
How Rains Came

Once afar, in a land away, cattle
lowed and grunted and bellowed deep in a Summer
haze that caused the plains to weep.
O how the sky refused to weep
upon the parched, brown land — drying the cattle
in the long, endlessness of Summer.
The herder girl despaired all that thirsty Summer,
until the day when she sat to weep
a thousand days for the brittle earth and dying cattle.
Long grew the grass and plump grew the cattle in the fat rains of Summer from a girl’s undying weep.
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I like the way you combined the theme and form. I could picture the poor, skinny, thirsty cows.
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I was inspired by one of my favorite childhood stories…”Kapiti Plain” 🙂
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Excellent form and verse! ***
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Thank you for liking and commenting. It was a late night creation and I am glad it came out coherent!
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Well done!
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Very relaxing read. I don’t know why, but it made me thirsty.
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Lol. I guess that means I was successful with word choice. Haha!
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Made me glad it’s not summer here now. I enjoyed reading this!
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Thank you!
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Excellent!
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A drought described as the sky refusing to weep- that’s an interesting idea. And you nailed the myth form, that’s a beautiful reason for the prairies.
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Thank you. Myths are quite fun. Makes me want to read the Elephant’s child again!
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