Big Foggy MountainA Poem by Jack WorthingtonThe golden sun set over the crest of the big foggy mountain In it's wake, a thousand shades of green slowly turned grey The leaves of oak unfurled wave goodbye to the midsummer day Still damp from the noontime rain, dripping like a fountain. The leaves of the oaks interlock, like hands that pray Creating a canopy against the starry summer night As if to shield my eyes from some terrible freight But what could be so freightful of a sight? The leaves hide nothing but the stars and the moon They wish to conceal them that I may not grieve For they remind us mortals that our time is brief Summer is for living, not contemplating doom. Yet the leaves know not of my salvation They've had only the Spring for contemplation Never knowing the leaves that have come before Unknowing of their fate when the autumn winds roar. The big foggy mountain has seen this all before He knows eternity better than men and leaves Well aquainted with the moon and stars he grieves Leaves and mortals pass, yet they never ever see.
© 2011 Jack Worthington |
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2 Reviews Added on May 16, 2011 Last Updated on May 16, 2011 AuthorJack WorthingtonBodega, CAAboutI'm an American, from the west coast, now currently living in Bodega, CA. I was on the east coast, but luckily escaped. Everyone tells us to believe in ourselves. But isn't that why this world i.. more..Writing
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