Summers End Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Summers End

Rating: 5.0


The last solemn day.
Gone the leaves of May.
Creep slowly with solemn Grey.
Meadow lark sings no more.
Times eternity, an open door.
Sweet smells fill an empty room.
My soul flew past a naked moon.
Romance has found a silver spoon.
Empty cry of a desolate loon.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Babbellapati 19 November 2008

reads lively like a nursery rhyme!

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very good.. I love the structure of this poem..

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Seema Chowdhury 19 November 2008

lovely composition to read. i truly enjoyed.

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