I WILL THINK OF YOUA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord DudleyIn Winter when snow flakes blow as, ever, to be-still having at one-time all our's bringing May flowers I will think of you
in Spring when wild roses bloom gathering up very soon
I will think of you
and when summer sun finally comes
a-kiss of breeze will ease me
I will think of you
in autumn-time when leaves fall
all will seem so gray, as, to,
the happy month of April raincoat goes over might seem so far away
I will think of you
on the trails so very long without you I'm so thin and my head is so heavy
you are gone and I'm alone
and still alive I will be
inside them thorns are the midnight memory-gardens if destination beget with ye
leaves again and let me speak
and still driving you will be
within my memories
I will think of you I kiss good-bye sadness on a-flower left on the dark path remembering how it supported me returned me a-kiss of breeze will ease me I will think of you I don't wait too well although I try if not begot within ye ever again and let me speak an enduring chorus of colors supporting me and returning me rivers of clear waters running on wild lost in the wood covered in blue creeping nets of light come Springtime, sweet smells deep I will think of you wait, wait, we will see keeping bulbs buried that shine here-after you I don't know there is no telling where i am going I like where i am going I'm sure enuff, i think it on a-flower left on a path to stretch my legs to stretch my mind to stretch something light before in Winter would tightens up one cold rain in Winter when the snow flakes blow flowers that are out there sparkling clear cheeks may droop sometimes this confuses contains connections heavyflashes of red roses
I found gone one cold Spring I will think of youin Spring when wild roses bloom gathering up very soon I will think of you
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3 Reviews Added on April 12, 2011 Last Updated on February 4, 2019 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles b.. more..Writing |