Holy Grounds

A Poem by pheasant

As the day is winding down
Nestling near this old home town
A fasting figure quickens hopes
From deep inside our tele-scopes

People ponder asking why
Reaching out, reclaiming sky
As clueless cattle eat up pain
Losing love they stood to gain

So as the truth is being shown
Of dug up dirt and lofty zones
Be not fooled by sappy sounds
While raising up these holy grounds

© 2011 pheasant

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Rossen

All such great lines with the wisdom to back!
love the images,which on is the lue? JK 100/100?

Posted 14 Years Ago

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pheasant

Santa Rosa, CA

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