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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
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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
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BethB88
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2005-08-27 09:11:55] (Date/Time posted on
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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 (User
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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.
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