One More Try


I never felt comfortable with the last two lines of yesterday’s poem.  A better ending (I think) came to me last night.  Why don’t you give this one another read and see if you agree. . . 



On a morning in May you can walk bright and early

Down the alley and lane where the grapevines are curling


The shadows are old and the sunlight is new

And the lawns, newly cut, cradle diamonds of dew


And the moon lingers faint in the south sky out there

And the scent of the honeysuckle floats in the air


All the houses look neat, with their porches swept clean

And the birds sit and sing in the bushes and trees


The breeze is still cool and it moves like a breath

And it flutters the drapes on a world still at rest


And I walk on alone, taking all of it in

Wishing life would stand still and that time was my friend



copyright 2017

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2 Responses to One More Try

  1. Yeah, man. Strong ending.

  2. labeak52 says:

    thanks. nothing like a good night’s sleep . . .

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