The Journey Home (Long) - Poem by Craig Jordan
I have heard the rabbits calling me,
To a far and better plaice,
It is what we do go hunting,
For the true and only taste.
Grab your guns and ammo,
Tell your children they'll be safe,
But this was your life coming,
So swiftly we'll give chase.
We in the doorway saw them,
They looked down- up our face,
Said they would go forward,
But here we would remain.
It was short along our journey,
Yet far along our way,
That the rabbits did go future,
And left without a trace.
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