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Sunday, 7 October 2012

ODE TO AUTUMN TREES

This is a writing exercise poem written by my nephew, Jim Skidmore, in response to my key phrase, "Autumn trees." Don't you think it's a beautiful poem? I thought I'd share it with you, and to think it was written in just a few minutes with only two words to go by. What a talented nephew I have! Enjoy! And please feel free to comment.


Lingering like a leaf on an autumn tree about to loose its grip
Life's journey is a subtle one, our destination will come fast
The dusty grave calls the weary traveler, forever his soul to rip
Three belongings only need be packed for this trip

Bring knowledge and your wisdom but don't save your love for last
Lingering like a leaf on an autumn tree about to loose its grip
Drink deeply the water of this life until your final sip

No one knows the fate for which their lot is cast
The dusty grave calls the weary traveler, forever his soul to rip
Into the chamberd vault of the ever sacred crypt

All deeds valorous and wicked, from present and from past
Lingering like a leaf on an autumn tree about to loose its grip
Judged from above and below until the truth shall strip

The weight of the world on shoulders you amassed
The dusty grave calls the weary traveler, forever his soul to rip
Bright angels sing or demons scream depending on the ship


Piloted by Charon through river Styx will pass
Lingering like a leaf on an autumn tree about to loose its grip
The dusty grave calls the weary traveler, forever his soul to RIP

2 comments:

  1. Wow! Very good poem. It brings up great imagery. Well done!

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