Biography of joe mannion
POEMS I WROTE AT SIXTEEN YEARS.ANY FEEDBACK HOWEVER GOOD OR BAD IS GREATLY APPRECIATED.THANKS FOR LOOKING, JOE.
joe mannion Poems
The Man From Harper Hill
There was a man from harper hill, who had an awful habit, that every time he'd need a fill, you'd find him eating rabbit.
He suddenly stiffened, with a breeze from the past. His mind and it's thoughts, were set free at last.
Little land so fresh and green, strangers walk upon your head. You gave your hands to keep it clean, thumbs alive but eight are dead.
Warm, still and silent, all thoughts were a dream. With great expectations, a thrill it did seem.
I once was blind but now can see, all my blind friends envy me. I see the sun, the moon and star, whilst they still wonder what they are.
I once was blind but now can see,
all my blind friends envy me.
I see the sun, the moon and star,
whilst they still wonder what they are.
I prayed to God to give me sight,
I never dreamed i'd lose the light.
I always thought he'd walk with me,
although he gave me eyes to see.