Ode To SpringA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Singing the praise of Spring!Spring…you tug upon my heartstrings
You’re akin to that last piece of cake The last sip of that delicious drink… That goodnite touch From lips you love so much That gives one pause to think That all these things That make life good Are renewed from things that died That unfurl anew, lacy wings And challenge Spring skies untried These ol’ eyes have seen Many Springs… But never have become jaded Through good times and of lean… Spring’s have been a vision bright And faithfuly unfaded. Age has bedimmed so many things Stolen away so many pleasures That to see Spring arise With these rheumy eyes Is something still That I treasure So Spring, tug away… Pluck these ol’ strings Of my heart Let me die And be renewed And of you Become a part I intend to enjoy Every minute with you In full knowledge this might be my last And let you know And to thank you so for all the Springtimes (with you) …That Have passed… © 2014 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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1 Review Added on April 6, 2014 Last Updated on April 6, 2014 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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