Gulliver Gimble Poems
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A change of season is drawing near.
Scented hay perfumes the air.
Green grass slowly turns to brown.
Fallen leaf's canvas the ground.
Sly old blackbirds have made a return.
Bluebirds fly south for tropical fun.
Warm summer skies now turn grey.
Long casting shadows dance and play.
A chill decends from some other place.
Chapped lips on a shivering face.
Unpack your coat and longer wear.
Find those gloves and make a pair.
Take a slow walk and breathe it all in.
Walk with a loved one or maybe a friend.
It's here for a bit and it won't stay ...
Thank You Roy
Classic shades cover your eyes.
So black you cannot see through them.
A very lonesome vibrato your voice sings.
Like a single wooper-will on a summers night.
A guitar strung over your neck, slowly played.
With great harmony and delicate notes of wisdom.
Timeless haunting beauty careesed by many.
The fans of Mr.Orbison would like to say; Thank You Roy.