Patience Poem by Andy Barrette

Patience



When the supply of wet mud
forms a layer on your skin
and the ample grass creates a plant
right where your face had been-
when hours of patience
bring a timid white tail into sight
then you are humbly reminded
that some things just feel right.

(08/04/09)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success