Understanding
How old will I be at the dawn of my death?
This thought ripples through my mind in the twilight of my days
Where I sit to ponder as a menagerie of animals wander across my view
This has been my ancestral home for generations
Where frangipani grows wild and mockingbirds fight for turf
It's where the setting sun is the color of vermilion
And pellucid clouds infuse a luscious soft glow
I've walked every blade of grass that crosses its meadows
And have felt the breath of its soul with my own
When I rest by one of its ponds I remember, it doesn't matter, for I have lived
1/8/18 contest 10 Words 10 Lines
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2018
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