HOME
POETRY
SHORT WORKS
NEW STUFF
JUST DEAN MUSING
PICS
GUESTBOOK/
READER'S
COMMENTS
Parched
A parched throat
In
need of a warm drink
To
quench his aching thirst
For
a nectar which he craves
Left
for dead in the desert
Only
a drink from this water flower
Will
revive his heart tonight
One
sip and he feels his strength returning
It
won’t be long now until he’s nursed back to health.
Jean-Pierre,
Dean
Copyright©
www.deanthepoet.com