The green grass grows tall
Throughout the open field
I must run through it
Running through the field
The long grass brushes gently
Against my bare legs
Beauty can be found
Wherever you choose to look
Have fun exploring
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Author:
Poetinthebackroom (
Offline) - Published: November 13th, 2010 18:18
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 25
- User favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy.
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Comments1
I love it! And I love the picture you painted! Somehow reminded of the days I had living on the open Colorado prairie....now so long gone.
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