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For Stan
This stroll I’ve taken time and times before.
Each moment was as pleasant as the last.
I’ve seen the trees and harkened to Stan’s lore
while trodding grass as green as days long past.
For green and lush they were spite all the pain
and now I can recall the loveliness.
The fear is still remembered, but as gain;
those lessons learned that helped me to address
the joys and how to keep them close to me.
And so I walk again with my old friend
to gaze at flowers red and blue he sees.
We pass old huts whose roofs begin to bend.
Like us they now walk slowly in the sun.
I hear a mockingbird who, like a hawk,
keens sharply causing rabbits near to run.
No need to give a voice to quiet talk,
the sound the path makes is enough for us.
We two are old and like the huts we creak,
so I thank Stan without the need to speak.
Yes, old now and if wiser we don’t know.
Mistakes seem fewer, although just as hard,
but still we’ve come here time and times before
and I’ll keep coming back as life retards.
Comments
scribbler
Wed, 2017-07-19 12:18
I hardly know what to say
I don't think I've ever had a poem dedicated entirely to me before and consider it a great honor. So, no suggestions, no critique just a heart felt thank you........stan
Eumolpus
Thu, 2017-07-20 22:33
your poem
It is enjoyable to read the poem without knowing anything about your work or this site. To me has a feeling of Frost, the simplicity of words and undercurrents of nostalgia.
For any of us in that same general generation, (in the dawn or evening of our old aging) this poem's for us: We two are old and like the huts we creak
yup.
Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
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