My son seems to have inherited my poetic gift. This is his first piece of work. It is amazing for a 15 year old boy. Enjoy!!
Leaves
The heat is gone and I wait for the cold,
The wonders of fall begin to unfold.
The leaves change colors
The fields cool wind covers
What wonders lie untold?
The leaves have dropped to the ground,
They snap and crunch all around
Although a cool breeze blows soft
The leaves float aloft
And disorder, yet glory, abound.
The leaves in the trees that have not descended
Won’t listen to reason, although recommended,
An autumn wind blew
Then the leaves, they flew
In the air they float, seemingly suspended.
Such splendor cannot be submerged in sorrow
So feel joy and submit to the days of morrow
Take true to your heart
The landscape of art
The soul of which is hallowed.
Triston Stutts
10/28/2010
This is really, really good.
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