Post-Apocalyptic Children's Rhyme

Tara M. Clapper
Once there were zombies,
Now there are none;
Nuclear winter,
The heat of the sun.

Once there were flowers
Grown down by the lake;
Now it's polluted
Beyond nature's wake.

Once there were children
With voices so clear;
Now I hear silence
As darkness draws near.

And if I hear noises
Or gunshots at night,
I pray I remain here
Solely to write.

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Tara M. Clapper is a freelance writer living in the Philadelphia area. The author steadily produces material for content sites and private clients while pursuing a Masters in Publishing part time. Tara s...  View profile

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