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Will I have a home
by Keith D Allison
The land is a changing
Cold the winds blow
the autumn is fading
Winter speaks my name
The silence echoes
on this trail
I walk alone
no warm breath
to comfort
I wonder
Yes
I wonder
about the words written
in the great binder
Most have forgotten
for I just pass through
will I know mercy
will I have a home
07/26/2012 Posted on 07/26/2012
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/26/12 at 12:59 PM I like this piece and am reminded that regardless of how it all ends I know we will all be part of the particles, atoms, and energy that will remain forever in one form or another. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/14/12 at 03:08 PM It's easy to feel lost in a sea of all matter, yet we maintain enough curiosity...to keep looking out there...hoping, wondering. This is gentle, calming, and full of quiet wonder. Thanks. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/17/12 at 07:46 PM One of those simply laid out poems that has a tremendous outreaching impact to all humanity in its metaphors. Reminds me of Frost's The Road Less Travelled, but yours takes it to a whole new level, darker...forboding, and yet something each of deals with everyday. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/18/12 at 11:25 PM PS: Sorry, that should have been Frost's The Road Not Taken. |
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