![]() Old ManA Poem by Tate Morgan![]() 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 ______________________________ 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 ______________________________ Then came the winds a-calling turned to run a-hoping sure To
reach where she was lying sharing pains they'd both endure _____________________________ The gales did blow around him precious
memories, he'd miss Drops
would fall upon his lips those that hers would never kiss ______________________________ Where
grass and bending flowers grew
together like the weeds Lie meadows all but barren for the lack of sowing seeds ______________________________ The blushing, blowing Poppies that
once grew all around near Fill the fields with memories of the love he once lost here ______________________________ Each time he treads on his land howling, sow-west winds a-blow Not belonging, feels the longing mercy only God may know $12.50 To see my books click on the pictures to take you to them $12.50 © 2018 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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