Lena Townsend Poet Quatrain

Running Out of Time

As I look down from here
I feel like I am falling
That is when I realize
It’s you my friend calling

I go out on a limb
To gather my harvest
I must make it through
Winter is the hardest

I have to climb up higher 
To reach the best crop
But you my old friend
Always cause me to stop

I know you’re always with me
So I'm begging for your help
But I am still afraid
I’m just talking to myself

It’s starting to get colder
This summer was no fun
I have to get more food
Before this season's done

I’ll ask you once again
And face you with courage
Please leave me alone
While I put food in storage

I can hear you laughing
You think I’m just squirrely
I go through this each year
This fear makes my head swirly

I’ll go out a little more
I won’t look down, I'm fine
My friend you can’t go with me
I’m running out of time

Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

*inspired by Matt's Funnest-Hardest Poem Ever contest

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Brandy Megens May 26, 2009 at 7:22 AM excellent read and great poetic flow thanks fo rthe comment

Cesar Cantu May 24, 2009 at 7:22 PM Quite interesting indeed, the personification of yourself in a microscopic forestal creature, yep, nice nice nice!!!! A squirrel in a hurry and feeling blue, that's quite a sight!!! Thanks a lot for sharing and for the experience C=

Sue Mason May 21, 2009 at 8:53 AM Good luck in the contest, Lena! Took me awhile to catch on (smile) but squirrely I can be ... LOL ...

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen May 18, 2009 at 12:42 AM Hi Loita, your poem is very interesting. This is nice use of the quatrain form, too. Matt's contest is quite a challenge. Sooo, am I to assume that you are afraid of heights? Don't worry friend of a little squirrel, you'll be alright. Good luck in the contest. Keep writing, Love, Dane

Nathan Leccese May 17, 2009 at 10:00 PM Beautiful! The flow is very nice. Very good read and thanks for the comment. Nate

Sharon Winter May 17, 2009 at 4:21 PM Sounds like an excellent entry for Matt's contest! If it's some kind of metaphor and I am totally off here, my apologies! Love, Shar

Izzy Gumbo May 17, 2009 at 3:38 PM This is a delightful write. :)

Carolyn Devonshire May 17, 2009 at 3:13 PM Lolita, this poem really moved me. I have a dear friend who died a couple years ago and I always talk to her when I go fishing (as I did today). Before she died, she promised to send red grouper my way. I miss her, but on days like today I always look to the sky and ask Jeanett, "Where's big red?" I know she's listening. Your poem is such an inspiration! Love, Carolyn