Loves reward
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 63)
copyright 01-10-2003
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Wandering through the pages of life
I stop to write a line or two
It is a long trip
and now and then
I think of you
The impact of a child’s life,
The mark is bold and clear
and here it is underscored
She was a beauty
lost in dreams
of yesterday
and I was
not much more
just a lost soul
trying to find
his way
We walked down life’s path
hand and hand
this child and I
Taking nothing for granted
loving every blue sky
Talking to the squirrels
as we lay under maple trees
feeling every warm breeze
as it flirted with the leaves
kicking up the sand
along the deserted beach
whispering sweet thought of love
in her ear
We were so alive then
there was nothing that
we feared
Hand in hand
We wandered
through a myriad of dreams
never once stopping to hear the
warning screams
I was a dreamer
and you my love
of life
together
we were marching
neither left nor right.
Somewhere in the middle
that was what
we were all about.
A dreamer
and a lover
of this
there was no doubt.
Somewhere in the darkness
of a sad and lonely night
The beauty of what we shared
took flight
No mater how hard
we searched
We could not find it there
It was almost
as if, it were a race
between
a tortoise and the hare
For I was seven years older
and you
just a child
of twenty one.
The dreamer
and the lover lost
in the setting sun.
My youngest son
and I
are sitting underneath a maple tree
and I hear a squirrel
talking to me.
The breeze
it still flirts
with the leaves
and I smile when
I think of days that
use to be
When I was dreamer
and you
a lover
of my dreams
Steady in my path
travel through dreams
and hope the love
will never end
Doors unlike windows
swing both ways
and soon I will be
moving around another bend
Still inside my memory
there is a special place
for once there was dreamer
and a lover of his place
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Jackie Jinks, did a edit of this poem and I liked it a
great deal, so I include it. Thank you Jackie.
Walt
Walt, I read this poem more as a 'free-form' poem; maybe it would be more emphatic if read as:
Wandering through the pages of life
I stop to write a line or two
It is a long trip, and now and then
you come into my mind
The impact of a child's life,
the mark is bold and clear; here it is underscored
that she was a beauty lost in dreams of yesterday,
and I was not much more, just a lost soul
trying to find his way
We walked down life's path hand and hand,
this child and I taking nothing for granted
loving every blue sky;
talking to the squirrels as we lay under maple trees;
feeling every warm breeze as it flirted with the leaves
kicking up the sand along the deserted beach
me whispering sweet thoughts of love in her ear
We were so alive then, there was nothing that
we feared
Hand in hand we wandered through a myriad of dreams
never once stopping to hear the screams of warning
I was a dreamer and you my love of life
Together we were marching neither left nor right;
somewhere in the middle,
that was what we were all about.
A dreamer and a lover there was no doubt of this
Somewhere in the darkness of a sad and lonely night
the beauty of what we shared was gone
No mater how hard we searched
We could not find it there
It was almost as if it were a race between a tortoise and a hare
for I was seven years older and you just a child of twenty one.
The dreamer and the lover lost with the sunset
My youngest son and I now sit underneath a maple tree
and I hear a squirrel talking to us, taunting me
The breeze still flirts with the leaves, and I smile when I think of days that used to be
when I was dreamer and you a lover of my dreams
Steady is my path as I travel through dreams
and hope the love will never cease
but doors, unlike windows, swing both ways
and soon I will be moving around another bend
Still...inside my memory there is this special place
for once there was dreamer and a lover...love's rewards remain.
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Eyes as wide as saucers growing with each line, a poet is poet for the bard sings the rhyme, and we of humble answers all stop and stare for the smith lays the words each one belongs as it was pounded there, just golden Frank, perfection...Walt
Well then and then
And what to do?
Let's lift a silent cup
'Midst friends all 'round
The tears long shed
The joy remains
As they each and all pass by
One each one in each one's time
Giving silent smile
That while here
They left some worthy good
Beyond the grape and song and dance
They left us as we are
Sometimes humble smithies
Trying to share some wealth
Minding that for good or ill
The doors are ever double hung.
^_~
With all due respect, the first one is yours, the edited version belongs to your friend. Both are good--you know that. But yours perhaps the more special for the doors within my life that it opened that should have stayed closed.
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