Three Score And Ten Poem by Frank Avon

Three Score And Ten

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That's life span.
At least, that's what I learned
years ago,
on Sunday mornings
at Castella Country church

I gazed out the window
at the grazing cattle
while dear Brother Hoffman
read his text
and delivered his sermon.

He waved his Testament
over the pulpit
to make a point,
quietly eloquent,
an elderly man of God,

I thought.
Probably in his fifties.
Five days a week
he taught school
in a county nearby.

I wanted to be
like Brother Hoffman,
quietly eloquent.
It wasn't to be.
I wasn't.

I have lived
my three score and ten,
(and seven more -
and more) .
I have been blessed.

The warm breezes
across the pasture,
some clucking hens,
a quiet pastor,
the Ancient of Days.

Amen. Amen.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
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