Poem by Linda Wolfe

When the Hungry Sleep

​The hungry rest on tufts of pea green grass
beneath a sunset sky of cherry red;
evolves to berry blue as time does pass.
A mashed potato moon lights nature’s bed.
Some meteors streak silver through the night,
appear as schools of fish in unison.
The hungry gaze in awe for one last bite:
Could you, could I provide much more than one?

Let’s donate to some food banks, stop food waste,
grow healthy food on Mother Earth to eat.
Imagine plenty - food for all to taste
from nature’s palette plenty – what a feat!
The trees would clap when all are satisfied.
Please help us spread our message far and wide!

Video of the poem: https://youtu.be/yz-fOYXMuxE

Following a three-decade K-8 art teaching career, Linda blogs at https://Linda-M-Wolfe.com. She and her husband thrive in living amongst the rural, open expanses of nature in southwest Iowa, observing and listening for the lessons to be learned.

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