Thirst (an acrostic poem)

Too many times he had gone back to the pump

He was doing it again even now

It wasn’t going to change anything.  The water wouldn’t be there

Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously

Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge

They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink

 

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Heart (an acrostic poem)

Heather tried to just walk away

Every part of her screamed for her to do so

And yet she ran towards the trouble

Reaching out to help those mired in its grasp

To make a difference while blood still pumped through her veins

 

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