Friday, December 17, 2010

Oh Distant Land

A long time ago I wrote this. I was reminded of it today so here it is again:

Oh distant land
Where the sun rises high
Where the birds sing of freedom
And the stars hang from the sky


Oh distant land
Where dreams come true
A child’s playground
Under the sky so blue


Oh distant land
Where the deer frolic
Where badgers dance
From which fear is abolished


Oh distant land
Where do you hide yourself?
Where can you be found?
Oh distant, distant land

1 Comments:

Blogger Jaqueline Almdale said...

This is a lovely poem Bones. It reminds me of a similar poem by the Belle of Amherst--Emily Dickinson: "Will There Really Be a Morning?"

Thank you for sharing, and Happy Holidays,
Jaqueline
Cloudhouse
Pullman WA
USA

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