Holy Grounds
A Poem by pheasant
As the day is winding down Nestling near this old home town A fasting figure quickens hopes From deep inside our tele-scopes
People ponder asking why Reaching out, reclaiming skyAs clueless cattle eat up pain Losing love they stood to gain
So as the truth is being shown Of dug up dirt and lofty zones Be not fooled by sappy sounds While raising up these holy grounds
© 2011 pheasant
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It was truly music.... the rhythm was gr8 as always.... nd also, the message was loud nd clear. Thanks 4 sharing.
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Added on March 27, 2011
Last Updated on April 10, 2011
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pheasantSanta Rosa, CA
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