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This morning the old memory
by Keith D Allison
I walk by that place
where I came to be
I'm sure some of you have heard
this story
a little bird flu by
making a small deposit
upon the stone
well mother nature
she rained on
and the sun baked it
yep, some of you know it
I sprang forth and came to be
Well I'm not too sure just how old I am
but I'll tell you true
I older than you have fingers and toes
and probably mine too
Well this morning
the cactus and the shrub Oak
look out
across the high plains
though the snow flew upon the mountain
they saw the first breath
as a grass turned green
I will tell you true
it was a fine day for a birthday
and I hope your day was blessed too
05/05/2009 Posted on 05/05/2009
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/06/09 at 02:44 AM Maybe I'm just tuned this way, but I most always sense something timeless and giving in your poems. This is no different, the ideas, the image, and then some wish for the reader, that we might be better off for the pondering of it. Thanks. |
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