Treasure Island

Gianni Pintus

(28 January 1967 / Olbia, Italy, (Island of Sardinia))

FIRST POEM


The grass was green,
the hills spin,
the trees were so tall,
the water fall.
the mountains was high,
the birds fly,
the leopards roars,
the monkeys moans,
the lion king,
the butterflies wings,
the lakes mirror,
the first willow,
the mighty wind,
the moon is kind,
the stars are bright,
the sky is light,
the owl sleep,
the swallow wish,
the panther wait,
the snake bite,
the queen dream,
the king sing,
the soldiers march,
the enemy search,
the kids play,
the adults pray,
the wall is bent,
this story end.

Submitted: Sunday, November 23, 2008
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