The Promised Land

I hope it’s like they said

That the land has the softness

Of a thousand beds

That each blade of grass

Holds a field

That the rain massages you

And that you never go hungry again

That the food springs up from the ground

At a stomachs grumble

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 21 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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