Just north of the low hanging oak...A Poem by Jeremy L Johnson...he minds the clock, never, not ever, falling behind.Just north of the low hanging oak... by Jeremy LeWayne Just north of the low
hanging oak, down the path where the honeysuckles grow, lives a man losing his mind. He winds his watch, for he
minds the clock, never, not ever, falling behind.
Just north of the low
hanging oak, down the path where the honeysuckles grow, stands a cabin wasting away
with time. Though the walls stand tall,
they threaten to fall, killing the man inside.
Just north of the low
hanging oak, down the path where the honeysuckles grow, where the mail never seems
to arrive. The man, he speaks, but no
ears receive, the gold his consciousness hides.
Just north of the low
hanging oak, down the path where the honeysuckles grow, where no one bothers to
drive. Alone he remains, feeling
nothing will change, until the Reaper calls him next in line. © 2016 Jeremy L JohnsonAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 15, 2016 Last Updated on September 16, 2016 Tags: lewayne, jeremy, poem, poetry, boredom, work sucks, Just north of the low hanging oa AuthorJeremy L JohnsonJena, LAAbout“Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again. Born writers of the future are amazed already at what they’re seeing now, what we.. more..Writing
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