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folk song
by Cole Atkinsonand when i grow old,
translucent
and sober,
i'd like to
sit
on the swing
on my front porch and
strum
a folk song on my guitar,
watching the cornstalks
sway.
05/17/2011 Posted on 05/18/2011
Copyright © 2024 Cole Atkinson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 05/29/11 at 07:31 AM Very very sweet. I would like that too. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 05/29/11 at 05:54 PM Warm, comfortable, and so peaceful. Beautiful poem. |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 05/29/11 at 07:18 PM i love this. it doesn't try to be anything more than it is, which is lovely. congrats. |
| Posted by Samiah Haque on 05/29/11 at 08:50 PM yes :) |
| Posted by David Hill on 05/30/11 at 01:36 AM I like this simple picture. It is funny and pleasant,how a few words can take a person somewhere else. |
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