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And what now, do I tell my grandchildren?

Contributed by BethB88 on Saturday, 27th August 2005 @ 09:11:55 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

He takes her hand and starts to lead her out onto the green, grassy field,

Soon, they're running together up the hill,

the day is bright, but is still fresh with morning

and sweet innocence.

The boy and girl climb and run

until the hill becomes mountain and rocks appear,

cool, grey rocks.

The edge is in sight, they pick up speed,

they laugh, their hands held tight

she closes her eyes; three more steps

one, two, the fall

over the edge, air whooshing past her ears screaming freedom

her eyes open, her hand is empty

the boy stayed behind

she sees the sea below

she crashes

it hurts.

-Beth B. 2005

Copyright © BethB88 ... [ 2005-08-27 09:11:55]
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Re: And what now, do I tell my grandchildren? (User Rating: 1 )
by Caged Soul on Monday, 29th August 2005 @ 04:27:14 AM AEST
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Thank you for the positive comment you made on my poem. I took a look at your poem and I must say that I think its great how you used an old childrens story as a metaphorical base for your storyand, although I knew how the story ends, I was still intreuged to see how your story ends.

Keep on writing!

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