I Heard Your Words
I heard your words
And not one to my liking
On a cool fall day, you say I have to leave
You are taking me to a deserted island
to spend my last days
alone
To fend for myself if only I can
You say I can only take three things
I don't like your tone
Like a fog horn you sound
Telling me I am to be put out
Reminding me of the tale of the Eskimo tribe who
put their elderly on floating ice to let them die or fall prey to wild animals
You say you will let me carry three things from our wordly possessions
And none of my family whom I hold dear
You say I can not carry the Crepe Myrtle ablaze like a fireball lighted by
Autumn's angular sun
You say I can not carry a Georgia Pine whose last year's needles have turned
Amber
You say I can not carry the Pear Tree still laden with ripening pears
You say I can not carry the Red Bud, nor the Yellow Maple, nor a Ginko
whose leaves have refused to turn gold
You say I can carry only three things 'pon this last journey
You say I can not carry the Autumn breeze which cools the trees
You say I can not carry the Mockingbird nor the Red Cardinal
Only three things 'pon my journey
I have my faith, my imagination, and photos stored in memory that you can not~
no~ never ever take away....
On this trip I will take my Bible, my magical suit case and tackle box...
Later the rest of the story
Finis'
Contest: What Would You Take?
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Written: October 23, 2013
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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