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Late Autumn
larrylark

Once upon a time,
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far, far away from now,
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i sat on my throne,
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king of all i'd sown,
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two beautiful daughters
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at my feet, winding
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daisies between my toes,
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posies, nosegays they made
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and by all that is holy
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(though i'm not a religious man)
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my world contained
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all i could ever wish for.
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Life vanishes into mists
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while we are as happy as larks
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skimming shimmering lakes
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on a rainbow flight
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from which we never wake.
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I knew what i was
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provider of dreams.
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My defined duties- Christmas, Easter
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holidays, Hallowe'en; whether
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in teeming rain, as they watched
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behind a cloudy window pane
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or clear frosty night filled
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with smell of burnt wood ash,
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oak, elm, or among forked lightening,
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i lit fireworks on Guy Fawkes night,
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exploding into a fantastic celebration
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of all that had been created
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in the name of love.
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Now i'm old and early
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November nights run cold
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through my veins.
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I sit by that same clouded
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window pane,while outside
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my daughters huddle
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against the wind, shielding
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the light of matches,
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retreating in dark silhouette
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against fading sunset.
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A rocket explodes its thousand
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parts then falls to earth.
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They come into the house,
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one on each side,
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holding my hands tight,
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for love endures far beyond
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starry skies, lasting always
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and forever without end.
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11 Nov 04

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this is perhaps one of the most beautiful things i've read in awhile. you portray the picture very well.
 — unknown

Hi unknown

i appreciate your comments. Thanks for taking the trouble to reply
 — unknown

what a lovely, lovely poem
 — schotsy

Dear Schotsy

Thanks for taking the trouble to read.

Larry bookworm Lark
 — larrylark

This poem is absolutely and completely beautiful! I love the imagery, wording and message though the end is a bit sad. But love endures and I'm glad he wasn't alone in the Winter of his years. God bless we should all be so lucky!
 — wamblicante

dear wanblicante

I'm sure you realise by now that i am the objectionable old git in the poem and i made them pay for their own fireworks making quite a tidy profit.

Larry Fawkes Off Lark
 — larrylark

This came up on random and I find it very touching and beautifully written.
Thank you larrylark.

smugzy
 — unknown

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