Ellen Ni Bheachain

Rookie - 217 Points (October 2nd 1962 / Dublin Ireland)

Dolly - Poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain

She was a pretty Girl,
One that many played with,
Till all that was new,
Became tattered and torn,
And the pretty girl,
Simply faded away,

When all had played with Dolly,
And had their way,
She was then thrown here and there,
Till, she became battered and torn,

T'was then when she was tossed aside,
Dolly thought what would she do?
Far from home,
Yet, so young in age,

She was left to find shelter,
A safe place to sleep,
In a place unknown,
And foreign to her,

She found a safe haven,
And home she did return,
Yet, that feeling of been broken,
Stayed with Dolly as she grew,

Then on her travels Dolly did see,
The other places to live,
Been young and free,
She forgot for a while,
Shook off the blues,
Found the new land,
Of the young and the free,

So, Soar Big Eagle,
But not in arms,
With economics,
And helping hands,

Seek and find what is yours,
And set them free,
So, Dolly and the others,
Can just Simply Be.

Topic(s) of this poem: emotions

Form: Blues Poem


Comments about Dolly by Ellen Ni Bheachain

  • Kelly Kurt (9/1/2015 12:23:00 PM)


    A wonderful poem, Ellen. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 1, 2015



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