Echoes of the Past

Walking in the cotton field

suddenly came a prescient warning

past and present colliding

the future transforming

Among the crop

fleeting images appeared

singing as they worked

the lyrics seemed weird

The story of a greyhound

running in the wind

defying a blockage

choosing for the bondage to end

Making sporadic jumps

over thick obstacles in the field

freedom secured

and his fate sealed

Images disappear

as the story came to an end

opting to let me ponder

the moral with a grin

Time passes

there is new bondage in the land

mining for cobalt

which is in great demand

In the mines

the story is told again

through dusty masks

will the greyhound ever truly win

copyright 2023 Debbie Pierce


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