Water fowl still gather
In half empty ponds;
A woodcarving man
Doing the best he can
Has wood for sale.
A scorched earth
Blighted with crops of
Raggedy failing corn;
Miles of
Vineyards with
Grapes dried out
On the vines.
A suffering economy
A suffering people;
A suffering land.
All has been taken away
Except for half hearted hope;
Prayers that rain
Will come again soon.
Carolyn Brunelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-hearted-hope/
