Till Leaves They Fall the SycamoreA Poem by Jack...A perfect day for love, resting in the shade.Till Leaves they Fall the Sycamore By Jack Ivey Where sunlight meets the coming day In throws of grand design Below a canopy of dreams To flow about the mind As glory comes before our eyes In simple majesty To bring the sense of love we feel Of what shall always be For on the eve of perfect scenes Till waking comes as part Along the winding pathway lays The beating of a heart Beneath a wondrous sycamore With leaves so full and green A resting spot we choose to sit Amongst this life we seed Gracefully a wind does run Now scented with the fall Through twisted branch so softly sings Upon our souls to call Though when my voice does find the verse To you these words I say In all that love does offer me You take my heart away Wrapping it in tenderness So warm the touch does feel In quaking shoes I walk along Rejoicing this is real Till leaves they fall the sycamore We sit within its view Neath branches formed I offer this My love forever true © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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StatsAuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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