Makes Us Human
A quadru-haiku
Dirt beneath our feet
Good, evil, frenzied and calm
Here, our dwelling place
Roaring waves drowning
Yet, still blue seas beckoning
Adventure awaits
It’s all around us
This wonderful breath of life
It flows and it flows
This makes thee human
Igniting the fire within
Earth, water, air, fire
About the Creator
Flannery McIntyre Dziedzic
Flannery is a wife, mother, writer, and an army national guard veteran.
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