Timothy Venard

Rookie (November 29th 1995 / Lewes)

(a Poem Of My Island) 7- How My Island Ended (Final Poem) - Poem by Timothy Venard

Good things never last forever
All things must turn to dust.
I knew my island wouldn’t last forever
But I never thought it would end thus

The Greeks called him Pluto
Some people call him death
Others call him fait
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Whatever the name
He came,
Over my little island.
He came
He walked on its shores
He came
This time in the form of a hurricane
He came
Hundreds of miles an hour
He came
Over the little lake,
Where my little island once stood.
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Good things never last forever
All things must turn to dust.
I knew my island wouldn’t last forever
But I never thought it would end thus



Dedicated to Carol, Susan, and Sally- for all their comments

Alternative ending ONLY in e-book


Comments about (a Poem Of My Island) 7- How My Island Ended (Final Poem) by Timothy Venard

  • Rookie Lost Salley (10/18/2009 1:47:00 PM)

    thanks, cant wait for the e-book! :) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Carol Gall (10/15/2009 2:51:00 PM)

    thans tim a very enjoyable story i will be proud to download it kudos (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 15, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, October 16, 2009


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