Reverend Moolah Green Poem by Leighton J Rees

Should never have doubted the existence of The Reverend Moolah Green Frustration that I will never crawl across those soft grass golden hills long to be there and help the waves come crashing in pefumed air, anger burns, treasures, But I still smile in the comfort knowing that place still exists. There are people who still believe that there is a land where only harmony and love and goodness exists. It is far away like your golden hills…….. very nice expectation in the midst of real problems and cruelty in this world…….. thank you dear poet for this poem. tony