Edmund Siejka Poet Narrative

Autumn

In a quiet town
Of small shops
Ice cream
And American flags
I feel the wind
Shifting from
Summer breeze
To Autumn chill.
Holding a drink
I marvel at the colors
The sunlight brings
To my eyes
A mystery
I can never explain.
Like a greedy child
I drink it all
Feeling its warm caress
Drift aimlessly downward
In my time
I've had mountains full of ideas
And good memories
That I keep
Close to my heart
I now realize
Life did not change
I did
And what I need now
Are good friends,
Honest talks
And simpler times.

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K K Iloduba Jnr October 2, 2009 at 4:11 PM simply great!cheers.

Debbie Guzzi September 12, 2009 at 1:52 PM We all need simpler times! Light & Love

Carrie Richards July 8, 2009 at 5:52 PM I often feel the same....good friends, simpler times....the world today is missing out on that philosophy....sadly...so many don't know what they are missing by their fast pace...the wanting. The best times were the old times.