Justin Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 It's Not Hard Take some time to sit Get a Cup And enjoy the sip Reflect on your thoughts Vacation in your mind No need to travel to go on a faraway trip Voyage Into Eternity Neath the cold waves of night Moves a metal beast with no light Never imagined what it is they saw War at its finest, a deep, crimson raw A fish no man can reel Their bullets bounce off my hull of steel Charging forward in my machine i rode Seeing the ship of my enemy explode Feels like the morning of a beautiful sunday Everybody will recall the name, C.S.S. Hunley Sinking down through the depths of history Through the halls, the shinning halls of eternity Fall There is an age that comes when the leaves turn. Were one cathces the scent of the wood smoke burn. One feels the chill of the air getting colder. Or cathces a hint of the days getting shorter. The water from heaven turns to snow. As the sun in the distant horizon sinks low. You know something is up when everything withers, and falls without a sound. And all the little animals go to live underground. Of all the seasons autumn seems to last the longest. Whether tht be or not, it sure stings the strongest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kathlene Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 Justin, Fall is one of my favorite seasons of the year. Reading your poem evoked the smells and thoughts exactly of when I live during autumn. Wonderful poem. Well done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Justin Posted January 21, 2009 Author Share Posted January 21, 2009 Justin, Fall is one of my favorite seasons of the year. Reading your poem evoked the smells and thoughts exactly of when I live during autumn. Wonderful poem. Well done. Thanks. I have mixed feelings about Fall. I love the smell of wood smoke and the house getting all comfy and warm. But it always seems to depress me for some reason. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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