A Sunny day for CIvilization

outside a man in a suit whistles 
 
Briefcase set on sunbaked sidewalks
 
mechanical machines march quickly past
 
off to toil with paper soil 
 
 
 
 
off the rising warehouse lay blue sky
 
Wind creeps through concrete cracks 
 
business billboards boast of happiness   
 
day starts new for a shipyard crew
 
 
 
 
within the hills tidy crops are resting
 
Mules pull on petty plots
 
whittling wheat wakes to light
 
the plow waits for a farmers fate
 
-TheSoundofRain
This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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