Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Fishing on an open dam Wind creates ripples Unfixed, like the sand Paddle past the dead timber strands Submerged Lost Drowned Found Fingerlings hide in fallen timbers Snags and logs and lifeless trunks Safe from hopeless fishermen Let us hope they avoid the Barramundi.
Around the world Our quest for water Leaves barren landscapes And ghost trees A once green valley Lies filled with water Dead trees stand Evoking a sadness Their life for water For us to live via Daily Prompt: Evoke