I Am The Ground

• Elijah Everingham, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2018

All dusty and torn,
Unending flat, arid plain,
All day long I mourn,
For the ever so distant rain,
Farmers plant their seed in me,
Their efforts are in vain,
No matter how hard we try,
We just can't make it rain,
I have nothing left to give,
Just a useless pawn,
I so want these crops to live,
I feel so forlorn,
All I want to be found,
To end all our struggle and pain,
I that life-giving sound,
Of thunderclouds pouring down rain.