In the Tall Grass

Halloween Poem #28

West Park - Prairie Pond Boardwalk

In the Tall Grass
by Michael Romani

It's there in the tall grass
Out in the muck and mire
That tall, tall grass
That feeds on your desire
Never letting you pass
Out there in the tall, tall grass

Until you learn the secret
Until you learn the truth
It's on you'll not regret
A saving lesson from our youth
One worth keeping not to forget
That saving lesson from our youth

It takes just one unnatural act
Simple as it is and always will be
Coming at us as a natural fact
Just takes a little loving sympathy
It only takes one selfless act
And that's the truth as a natural fact

It's there in the tall grass
Out in the muck and mire
That tall, tall grass
That feeds on your desire
Never letting you pass
Out there in the tall, tall grass

The truest love will lay its life down
So that others find salvation
It's true not a bluff from a jester's crown
A sacred heart given to contemplation
Is the secret way out
And keeper of our best redemption

Life spent in a cycle of grief
Searching for our own way out
Never getting any such relief
Caught in paths of fear and doubt
Until we learn to sacrifice
Nothing else will ever suffice

It's there in the tall grass
Out in the muck and mire
That tall, tall grass
That feeds on your desire
Never letting you pass
Out there in the tall, tall grass

That's the puzzle that needs learned
To truly live you must find out
What can never be given but discerned
Beyond all the fears and doubt
There is the simple act of forgiveness
To find our way to outlive this

One man learns that to live you must give
And as token of his past he lays on the ground
Having finally learned how a real man lives
Satisfied in the comfort he has finally found
Giving himself so that the one he loves is alright
Letting go of what he wants to hold on tight

(c) October 28, 2019  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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