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the sky
The Sky
On the flat land on the western coast where the wind
blows unhindered by mountains and forest, I think for
the first I saw how limitless the sky was.
I was by a milk ram, waiting for the driver from the local
diary to pick up the two milk churns I had brought.
This was long ago and if the driver had a puncture the milk
might turn sour and only fit for animals. Even though I was
young the sky instilled in me an understanding- a forgiving
nature of man-basically we all want the same a clean sky
free of hate and racism, because every morning wherever
you are we see the same sky, sometimes bright and at times
dark but it is always including.
On the flat land on the western coast where the wind
blows unhindered by mountains and forest, I think for
the first I saw how limitless the sky was.
I was by a milk ram, waiting for the driver from the local
diary to pick up the two milk churns I had brought.
This was long ago and if the driver had a puncture the milk
might turn sour and only fit for animals. Even though I was
young the sky instilled in me an understanding- a forgiving
nature of man-basically we all want the same a clean sky
free of hate and racism, because every morning wherever
you are we see the same sky, sometimes bright and at times
dark but it is always including.
Published 9th May 2015
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