The Tall Green Grass

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The wild colt enjoyed

galloping through

the tall green grass.

 

One day he was captured

and made a beast of

burden. He worked in the

field and pulled the wagon,

but he longed for

the tall green grass.

 

He grew old and weak,

one day he lay down

and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again

he was standing in

the tall green grass.

 

Was this Heaven?

For him it was.

Once again free, in

the tall green grass.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 18th Apr 2014 16:33

Touching - and given a pleasingly sympathetic reading.

<Deleted User> (9641)

Sat 10th Sep 2011 17:13

I listened to the poem and my.... it gave me goose bumps and got me imagining it for real in the 'tall green grass'. very good x

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 30th Jun 2011 18:16

Very simply put - like talking to a small child about a very difficult idea.

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Andy N

Thu 30th Jun 2011 08:16

nicely structure here, Shirley.. Probably my favourite of yours so far..

<Deleted User> (8730)

Wed 29th Jun 2011 11:10

Nice poem in which I think of heaven....

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