The Fall of ManA Poem by Donald Meikle
Back then Fall called to me
Waving the challenge of ice Betrayal of crunch crackle leaves Too many layers to move in Yet not enough to stand in Back then family needs Drove the hunter And fed the killing joy That flick of tail That raising head Was roasting on my table The need's been met The hunt's for joy I shiver more no longer boy And can no longer take a stand I catch them yes but understand I still require the need to know Before I let them go The simple raw of life intense To travel where there is no fence To see the beautiful of life In wind that cuts without a knife The summer's gone it's blown away The Fall is running day by day As full of joy I'm led astray By they who live in present tense Supplying me with recompense © 2008 Donald MeikleReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 9, 2008 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..Writing
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