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Tin in September

November 10, 2010
By iAmTheStardust PLATINUM, Moon Twp., Pennsylvania
iAmTheStardust PLATINUM, Moon Twp., Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"The prettiest flowers grow in the biggest pile of manure."

The forgotten road
I took back home
Now is covered with flowers

I'll never know why
No matter how much I cry
The reason for its enduring powers

It draws me in
To a shack made of tin
In my beautiful dreams

I'll always remember
The smell of September
Orange leaves fall to quiet streams

I still hear the sound
Of life newly found
By the sun in hidden woods

Oh, how fast I'd run back
To my old tin shack
In the woods if I could

The author's comments:
Like a lot of my poems, inspiration for this poem came suddenly. I got the first line and I knew I HAD to write it down before I forgot it or lost that inspiration.

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on Feb. 8 2019 at 6:58 pm
skilpadde BRONZE, Huntington Beach, California
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Favorite Quote:
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
~exerpt from Max Ehrmann's Desiderata

Beautiful poem!