nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Water Bearer and The Willow
He carried with him an earthen pitcher, and alone through the wasteland he traveled with only his shadow at his back. His aching and blistered feet somehow continued to carry him despite their exhaustion, and he, the water bearer, could no longer remember a time in which his feet did not hurt. Maybe it was a during a time when his pitcher had been full, when he'd given from it freely? Yes, surely it was then, back before the greed of man drove him into the wasteland. The memory alone caused his brow to crease into a resentful frown and he clutched the pitcher ever tighter, listening to what little water remained sloshing about in the nearly empty vessel.
By S.E. Vallentine5 years ago in Poets
