I am stuck in a blue pen,
all cramped up,
branded in blue,
while the blue jeans roam free.
Tags: Animal rights, Blue jeans, Branding, Freedom, Sheep, Wool festival
That’s a heart wrenching poem.
Really… I wasn’t sure. Guess the message comes across. Thanks for the feedback.
(((hugs))) against the blues
Thank you (((hugs))) back but I am okay now. It is all cycles.
Wow – thanks for sharing!
Thanks for commenting! I will roam around your blog now.
Brilliant poem. The photo speaks too, the look in the eye of the one sheep says what your words say.
Thank you very much, Genie. Coming from you, well it means a lot since I think so highly of your poetry.
Thank you Genie for showing me this. My life has been devoted in part to this sort of depth of dishonor and disenchantment.
And thank you for bringing more light to this.
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