Small green beginnings recover the soul of a dried landscape.
Shadows the ant
Standing on the red sand
Near the track
Sky of glass
Cries exultant
Joy at the greening land
Growing back
We didn't all die
There are still ants and some
Motherless and lost
Children walking
Some still cry
As they hope to find one
Friend whatever the cost
So they can start talking
The new grass
Shadows footsteps
Hurrying along
With a new day
Night shadows pass
Old land forgets
The dark song
The new grasses sway
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-02-18 at 22:26
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A Blade of Grass
A blade of grassShadows the ant
Standing on the red sand
Near the track
Sky of glass
Cries exultant
Joy at the greening land
Growing back
We didn't all die
There are still ants and some
Motherless and lost
Children walking
Some still cry
As they hope to find one
Friend whatever the cost
So they can start talking
The new grass
Shadows footsteps
Hurrying along
With a new day
Night shadows pass
Old land forgets
The dark song
The new grasses sway
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 435 times
Written on 2012-02-18 at 22:26
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