Where the Pomegranates Grow
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
hunching broad shoulders, when the north winds blows
Winter rust is over, and the leaves are turning green
Sunlight filters through the limbs, and warms me to the core
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
It was you and I, hand in hand, beneath the summer sky
We fell in love, though, much too young,.. we had so far to go
There's a river and a landing where the ferry used to go
The covered bridge along the ridge, is where we threw the stones
I would make a wish, that we would have a place to call our own
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
The grasses slanted heavy with the sunshine in their seeds
It was just a little signal from a sobered land we learned
that waiting takes forever, and is like a stone unturned
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
we have made a home, and struggled from the fruit of many tears
We have made love last forever from the tending of the earth
The orchard hovers over us, as a lesson through the years
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
We've learned to know that love is learned…
worth waiting for,….. but earned
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4/24/16
For Contest Sponsored By Julie Ward: "A First Line Prompt"
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