Counting Sheep

-Counting Sheep-

Hope is in the air,
It's in the wind dancing with her hair,
The hug that smothers, lips that pout,
The fear that shouts.
It's on the frontlines,
The worker's smile.
The heart that flatlines,
The survivor's guile.
It's in the rich man's pocket,
The church's collection too.
It's in Nasa's rocket,
In everything the little ones do.
It's in the tears shed for the fallen,
The bystanders,
The bedridden,
the wonderer's eyes,
that dreamer who cannot sleep.
It's there the dream lives
and dies
As he loses count of the sheep.

Reviews

[plainme]

You've got a lot of really pleasant rhymes in there, clever and so tight fitting with their partners, hand in hand (which is funny, as the feeling that I get from your older poems is that actual quest). The content is ridiculously great, and I'm using 'ridiculous' because it's really a master piece. The transition from 'The Bystanders,..' line to 'and dies' made me feel like I was reading a Bukowski poem. A truly, and I mean that honestly, well performed piece.

[Inda]

Thank you so much, best compliment I've ever gotten! Bukowski is one of my favorite authors. Thanks again!

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Great rhyming and a great write.

[Baby Ricochet]

If all else fails there's always hope.

[Adam Whitworth]

one of your best I think, well done

[Inda]

Thank you!