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 Poem - The Uncontrolled The tree was talking to me, About what it had seen the night before. The tree let go of a leaf, And told me everything about what he'd seen. "I saw the Uncontrolled. They were wild, and they pranced about, They were treating the meadow, So unfair, that I finally shouted 'ENOUGH'. Then Uncontrolled did not, Did not pay, ANY attention to me what - so - ever, And the meadow was so trashed that I was, I was afraid I could no longer live there. Suddenly I heard the Uncontrolled, Scream in terror at something, SOMEONE standing at the top of the hill." The tree paused, staring at the meadow, That he loved so much. "It was Hope. Hope scared them away, And she cleaned the meadow. That's what we all need. A little Hope." Article posted March 16, 2010 at 02:47 PM • comment (1) • Reads 283 • see all articles |
About the Blogger I love disturbing orchestra music, freaking people out with scary stories, and running around like a lunatic in thunderstorms. Latest 10 Comments:
 
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