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Just a poem Frank J. Reilly (mytundra@erols.com) smt-as2s60.erols.com Tues, May 20, 1997 at 8:8PM |
The leaves burst golden
they die and fall
there is an autumn
for us all
We older turn to colors flame
then flutter slowly, slowly down
for we have weathered storms galore
assemble we to build your crown
Your beauty yet is still unfold
supple green and not near gold
with strenght you grasp the thrashing tree
for you are you and I am me
Lie here do I await the rake
and peer your beauty just above
I feel the wafting coming wind
and leave behind an endless Love