Broken Glass Poem by Arthur Presley

Broken Glass



Broken glass, on the wet green grass
Near a park bench
Ants scurrying around in the summer sun
A dog sniffs at an empty bag
A child plays in the sand
A butterfly lands on a leaf
A kite falls down to the ground
The wind sings of springtime past
Shades of pink are toned down by the dying petals
Of a rose that floats in a puddle.

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Arthur Presley

Arthur Presley

Bakersfield, California
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