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Poetry By: meriddle

A brief moment of creativity while working in the oil fields of Bakersfield. (Hey, that kinda rhymes-maybe I should write a poem).

Submitted:Mar 16, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


By M. E. Riddle

Gazing out at vast fields of hills

Watching the nothing machines labor

To quietly yield

Blood oil deep from mother earth

Tethered to limbo by steel and dirt

Feeding the insatiable industrial birth

Of man, and his infinite quest

To conquer, to be the best

And to have all the gold

His pockets can hold

And it was then I realized

That this place is me.


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