Tuesday, December 1, 2015

TATE MORGAN


TATE MORGAN


OLD MAN
" Where grass and bending flowers Grew once like the weeds The field empty and barren For lack of sowing seeds "

The old gray man alone now
attends to his dusty fields
Watering the emptiness
where the land no longer yields
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He wove his web of fashions
from the tears his pains had sprung
Where once he sang of starlight
back when both their hearts were young
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Then came the winds a-calling
turned to run a-hoping sure
To reach where she was lying
sharing pains they'd both endure
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The gales did blow around him
precious memories, he'd miss
Drops would fall upon his lips
those that hers would never kiss
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Where grass and bending flowers
grew together like the weeds
Lie meadows all but barren
for the lack of sowing seeds
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The blushing, blowing Poppies
that once grew all around near
Fill the fields with memories
of the love he once lost here
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Each time he treads on his land
as the wind blows 'cross the field
Not belonging, feels a longing
for the mercy God may wield

Tate Morgan

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