The children shouted as they played a game
Frightening the colt-timid and tame
Irritating the people – irascible and old
Scaring the sheep – lying in the fold.
Whoops of delight sounded from time to time
As the children played on mounds of sand and lime
Some passer-by stopped to see them play
For the children sounded so jovial ass they played with the hay.
An atmosphere of gaiety pervaded in the farm
There lurked an air of joy, though not one of calm
Everyone was contented, even the cow in the mire
Who however was not as smug as Tabby by the fire.
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a fantastic read, dear Poet
this is the 'Animal Farm', theme
I wish Orwell would have, gifted
the world
rather than, adding more fuel
material
for our
evermore segregated, existence..
in the words of a True, genius
Will Durant:
'gaiety, is wiser than wisdom'
lol
'Live' my poetic kin
dream, cry, laugh, love
Live, Live, Live!
for our gifted Tomorrow's
will soon
be those 'good old days'
Live
thank you so much for the great feedback... let us live, laugh, love and enjoy every moment as it comes
have a great weekend
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