Gary Dye Poet Ode

Lost Sheep

Red's and orange green yellow and gold.
The colours of the Fall
unfold.
So many spring stories
Untold...


And I am
here
on a concrete steep...
trying to help some
young lost sheep.


"  The complexities of the modern world,
astound me man.  "
it was 10-10-10
just the other day.
I will not look the other way.
I will help that one
that went astray
so Help me God I cannot even
help myself...
Your colors are
austere today.


graydye 10-12-10

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