Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Francines Leaves

Francines Leaves
when leaves some leave, and often sail away,
do they wait for the tide like sailors do,
do they ever figure out just why or who,
does the wind these words inscribe.
The leaves have fallen like our men,
 no rhyme or reason, death of friend, 
sombre words the season... ....

Don Johnson

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Tony Lane November 19, 2011 at 7:19 AM Don, this is an amazing write, very moving. Tony

Nancy Jones November 18, 2011 at 8:08 PM When, when? Who knows what will? Oceans and great big vast skies churn with intimations and still the leaves fall.

Russell Sivey November 18, 2011 at 4:07 PM Fantastic write Don!! I just love the connotation connect with the season! Amazing line, "...no rhyme or reason, death of friend..." majorly influenced throughout out your poem!! Great work!!