Published: 28th April 2021
Image by Gustavo Rezende from Pixabay
This Poem was placed 1st in the "ALL YOURS (April 28)" Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand (Judged 26th May 2021)
Why do all the hills rejoice With rivers in the north? Why bother to go racing In a race to then 'come forth'? Where on earth's the green hill far away outside a wall? And how can all God's creatures Be as great as they are small? Which dancer got up early When the world had just begun? And why do I feel frightened By the words "thy will be done"? How can any fight we fight Be seen as being good? - The young me sang about a world I never understood.
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