Man goes where
He will find food
Yet he does not work for peanuts
Passion, the fruit of his hunger
He scours the unknown world
For a bountiful harvest
The limelight is his
He hunts and he gathers
Meat and fruits of all kinds
The apple falls not
Far from the tree
The oldest is watching, mouth watering
Paired together
Were father and son
Learning from one another
How to be most fruitful
Orange light
Emits from the cave
The youngest needs food
Peachy, the woman's smile
To see her family return
They have provided sustenance
Something to be proud of
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roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoetryNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
