The Tall Green Grass
The wild colt enjoyed
galloping through
the tall green grass.
One day he was captured
and made a beast of
burden. He worked in the
field and pulled the wagon,
but he longed for
the tall green grass.
He grew old and weak,
one day he lay down
and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again
he was standing in
the tall green grass.
Was this Heaven?
For him it was.
Once again free, in
the tall green grass.
M.C. Newberry
Fri 18th Apr 2014 16:33
Touching - and given a pleasingly sympathetic reading.