In The Tall Grass Of Dreams (james Dean)

In The Tall Grass Of Dreams (james Dean) short poem

In The Tall Grass Of Dreams (james Dean) short poemPhoto by cdrummbks


Rebel without a cause and bad to the bone
In his white tight t-shirt and back pocket comb
Oooh well I think you were one real cool dude…
But of course there was more to you than
That ever did meet the eye and although you’ve
Been gone a long, long time your legend will
Never die…
Somewhere east of Eden, IN THE TALL GRASS
OF DREAMS, a scene of a movie screen, I can
Hear your laughter in the wind, you wink at me
And then disappear again somewhere east of Eden
IN THE TALL GRASS OF DREAMS, it’s JAMES DEAN
On the cover of another magazine, somewhere
Somewhere east of Eden, IN THE TALL GRASS OF
DREAMS are the scene of a movie screen…
Starring and now showing JAMES DEAN…
Rebel without a cause and bad to the bone
In his red, red jacket and back pocket comb…
I wish I could have met you ‘cuz I bet you were one
Real cool dude…
Still though your legacy lingers…
Bad, bad boy JAMES DEAN…
East of Eden…
Somewhere IN THE TALL, TALL GRASS OF DREAMS!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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