The Leaves and Branches
Get out! Winner gets it
The leaves and branches, are they still there?
HA! HA! I won
No you didn’t! you cheated!
What do you mean? You always say that!
No I don’t
When I win you do!
Now I lay me down to sleep
No tears or fight to mar the night
Not hell and not yet heaven
The bustle’s past
His peace at last
Will grace this humble haven
From Christ our rock we view the storm
To glean from it a treasure
The kiss, the shout the phony pout
All given in full measure
There’s time enough for ordered life
One day when they’re all grown
When pace is slowed and crops are sown
Then these things we shall treasure
Copyright © Douglas Dicketts | Year Posted 2014
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