Bruce Adams Poet Quatrain

A Father's Love

While in my youth, heart pounding with life
     Father and son hiked nature's glory
     Climbed the tallest mountains, escape city strife
     Quaking Aspens surround, listen to their story

     Oh the sights of autum, every picture a masterpiece 
     Orange, yellow and red splashed with God's paint brush 
     Crisp autum air, blue sky above, sun a Golden Fleece
     Soundless footsteps, nature's soft carpet hush

     My father's soul, visits me at times, love surround 
     Emersed in nature's eternal power, I'm in tune
     A cool autum breeze, Quaking Aspen gentle music sound
     His spirit whispers to me, we'll climb mountains again soon

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Andrea Dietrich April 14, 2017 at 7:46 PM Bruce, this is so beautiful especially because of the love this shows you have for your father. How wonderful his soul visits me. Remember we talked about you coming back as a ghost to haunt me. What will be the secret for me to know it's you? I would dearly love to know a spirit from my past were visiting me. This poem relates something so special by using the beautiful imagery of autumn. Bruce Adams April 20, 2017 at 1:01 PM You'll know it's me when I whisper in your ear, " Go Trump ! " :)