Tropicals & Tender Perennials: A Brugs Life My Back Yard Monster Peach Versi, 1 by joeswife

joeswife wrote:
a poem to pass the time away, I posted it on another forum... I know the brugs are bubbling away, at least here they are, in the day.. this poem for my daughter Rose, who hard times she met along the path of young adulthood.. Oh well... Here is the Poem I wrote a few years ago dedicated to my Rose...she is really doing great.

10-30-1993

The day is gray and windy, and the maple says to the oak-

when the morning glory dies, then so shall I

The leaves they fall, blown into the wind-

crying out the summers' end. Shards of sunlight break thru the clouds-

giving hope of warmth to the shriveling shrouds.

The morning Glorys' blue trumpet still sings its' song--- good-bye my friend , but not for long.

winter comes slowly, but disappears fast--and then I can stretch and bloom at last.

Debra Carson



This message was edited Oct 27, 2008 10:45 PM