Below is the poem entitled My Time In Madison which was written by poet
Larson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I found myself in Madison
on the eve of a country fair,
Had no idea why that was
because I knew nobody there.
The leaves had not yet changed their shade,
though an autumn breeze drifted through,
Could hear the last marching band play
as I walked down an avenue.
Looked at the sunset o’er the west
as it moved from the water’s edge,
And wondered when tomorrow comes
will I still be upon this ledge?
The morning light crawled through the blind,
drifted down a hallway of grey,
And through foggy ruins of time
I was awakened to the day.
Heard meadowlarks in field’s afar
and children’s laughter down the lane,
Thought I saw passing countryside’s
even though I’d missed the last train.
Dew drops settled upon the the grass
while robins sang in unison,
I glanced quick out the windowpane
to see I’m still in Madison.
The fairground had now come to life,
I could smell the fresh jams and cake,
The platforms for the beauty quest
were being set up by the lake.
New costumes had been passed around
though ev’ryone was told to wait
For the crowning of “King” and “Queen”,
whom would rule over this year’s fete.
Still I sat within my small room
while the day seemed to come undone,
And though I lost my first pure thought
knew I was still in Madison.
Sometimes life puts up a rainbow
in-between thunder’s crashing roar,
Other times nothing counts for much
when you’ve never been there before.
Found myself waking on pillows,
looking at a prize I could win,
To travel over unknown roads
to a place where I’d never been.
Had dreamt I was riding that train
and woke up with my talisman,
Was forced to think about it twice . . .
that trip I had to Madison.