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Storms

Autumn was my favorite time to play when I was young
Weather wet and wonderful is worthy to be sung
Rain is restitution for a summer hot and dry
How I love the season when the clouds are passing by

Once I loved the little things that celebrate a storm
Worms and slugs and all the bugs that wake up to perform
Snails were my favorite friends to keep me company
I could spend all day with them whenever I was free

Leaves of green were golden by the gilded gift of Fall
Picking up the red ones was a royal lift for all
I remember raking leaves to make the piles high
All my friends would jump on them to make the colors fly

When the rain was falling and the gutter flow was fast
We would race our paper boats and hope for some to last
Most of them would tumble in the water and be lost
Maybe they were memories that justify the cost

How I love the rainy days when wild things are free
To linger on a grateful lawn and bathe in victory
The thunder and the lightning are like music to my ears
A flashing, crashing symphony of symbols through the years.

Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2023

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Christina Bowring Date: 10/13/2023 2:58:00 PM This is a great read Bryan full of lovely imagery ,’Leaves of green were golden’ ‘ Picking up the red ones’. You have captured special memories so well and it was a delight to read. I especially love the last two lines. Really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. :) Login to Reply Bryan Norton Date: 10/13/2023 4:40:00 PM You're welcome. I try to make my poems special for the cherished reader. Thank you for your comment. Bryan

The Situation Date: 10/5/2023 7:29:00 PM I read it I loved it. you kept me awake and satisfied so much I'm going to fav it. Thanks for the work Not to bore me. Login to Reply Bryan Norton Date: 10/13/2023 4:44:00 PM Thank you for reading me. Good luck with your own poetry. Your friend, Bryan