LifeA Poem by Chels
Weathered and beaten,
Strands of wispy grey gracefully falling across his face, Lines of the years passed, Memories carved in skin. The paddock yellow and dusty, A willowed mare stands alone, Her age as old as he and her body as alone and weary. Momentarily a memory, Hair as long and brown as silk, She rode across the paddock, Wind rushing through her hair, A smile passing from her to him as their gaze met. Long gone were times such as these, A splintered cane chair, Paint peels float to the bare boards of the verandah, Grey eyebrows look up from mans best friends face. A solitary stone, Sits alone to the west paddock, The smell of the roses surrounding it floats to the verandah, 'Goodnight sweetheart'. © 2014 Chels |
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Added on December 23, 2014 Last Updated on December 23, 2014 Author |