Timothy Venard

(November 29th 1995 / Lewes)

(A poem of my island) 7- how my island ended (final poem)


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
****************
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

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Submitted: Thursday, October 15, 2009
Edited: Friday, October 16, 2009

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