a cold autumn day the smell of newly dug soil in the nostrils yet..
The thyme and lavender
have been moved to new locations
the bulbs for springtime glory
have each found their resting hole
the uprooted turfs stare unblinking
from the compost heap
and over head, southward bound
the geese stretch wailing necks
they sign a V for victory
all these who make for home
their flight so high
eyes strain to see
their call a-cutting
to the core
our overheads remind us
its very dear to fly away
and costly to come
home again
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2008-09-15 at 15:56
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Overheads
The thyme and lavender
have been moved to new locations
the bulbs for springtime glory
have each found their resting hole
the uprooted turfs stare unblinking
from the compost heap
and over head, southward bound
the geese stretch wailing necks
they sign a V for victory
all these who make for home
their flight so high
eyes strain to see
their call a-cutting
to the core
our overheads remind us
its very dear to fly away
and costly to come
home again
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 547 times
Written on 2008-09-15 at 15:56
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