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Figgy Pondler Poem
I saw upon a silver tree,
One who might have sat with me.
Once upon a blue-moon sky,
That was where time would never fly.
Away, Away,
Never to have returned.
And I would have been content,
But I still yearn.
For the one who sat on the silver tree,
For I knew, peace, he gave,
For the ones who would walk his ways.
So now I go back to the silver tree,
And wait for him to sit with me.
Copyright © Figgy Pondler | Year Posted 2020
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Figgy Pondler Poem
I look down upon the fields of grain,
That are now sands in time,
And I realize how could I be so blind,
With my own life?
Instead of letting it grow,
And be a beautiful wheatfield for so many,
I now stand upon the desert,
Which I have chose to roam unendingly.
It seems to me that it started long ago,
So many little vicious things,
That did not let my wheat grow?
So now I sit and wonder,
At what I have done,
And ask myself truthfully,
Can I fix what I have become?
Could it really be so easy,
To fix what I have done?
To be good to others and share in their delight,
Instead of of tearing down, and pillaging in the night?
Indeed it seems,
that I can remedy my mistakes,
But it seems that, still I have the choice to make.
So goodbye, so long,
You may see me in my sand,
Working hard and working long,
To remedy the works of my hands.
Someday, I hope you will return,
And you will see a paradise, a place where I have grown the wheat,
I have done good, and have remedied my lands.
For I will have finally avenged the works of my hands.
(Someday, when I hope you will return,
You will see a paradise, a place,
And be with me, in my lands)
Copyright © Figgy Pondler | Year Posted 2020
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