Ah, The Springtime Souls Poem by Jonzo Bandwagoner
Ah, The Springtime Souls
In the deepest catechism,
The truest sincerity
Of my soul,
I desire not my actions,
The quiet games so
Childish, grown old.
Secretly: I see this poem
Held free in your mind;
Dreams of peaceful times.
Hold! Fast
Flies the future, the water's path.
Out of our souls, soon
Spring will grow.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: games
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8/28/2026 9:10:33 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
such power and hope in those last three words, very very moving. I liked the way it tied everything from the poem up. -landrey