His SideA Poem by justjenn_2u
The father would lead the boy to a farm To observe the roosters as they do harm
The stupefied roosters, with metal spurs so sharp Battled each other, as grown men sounded a harp
His father and allies would devour much beer For close of the day stirred new tastes of fear
The lad and his friend would venture out of sight To escape the fathers demand for a desired fight
Two children who couldn’t envision the reason For result of inebriant had changed the season
Gentle souls with spirits so loving and carefree Forced to pounce one another under an oak tree
As wounded coons surrounded by battalion of hounds Two boys hurt each other on God’s inviolable grounds
Mother would find one small boy with swollen lip Wipe his blood off then send him back to the whip
Now with the thought of childhood’s precious time A full grown man sits lamenting his unnatural crime © 2011 justjenn_2uAuthor's Note
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22 Reviews Added on April 5, 2008 Last Updated on May 10, 2011 Authorjustjenn_2uVAAboutI write from my heart. I follow my instinct. I live impulsively. I never feel like my feet are firmly grounded as I am a free spirit. I am a very intuitive person, sometimes to the point it hurts .. more..Writing
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