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Theodora (Theo) Onken

Washington State
Friday, October 9, 2009

(((Fall, Magnificient Fall)))

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Oh to simply read you-Garrison-

Conjures up masterpieces in my minds eye-
Divine 'tis the Maple Tree (more so even now)

Unbridled passion, flows throughout the Autumns sky;





Oh, the colours that you write of, Garrison-

Golden Yellows to the Blazing Reds...

And of course, Falls Dance of Romance-

And the truth of the masterpieces-oft' ignored, once you're dead;





You touch upon the reality of it all-Garrison-

Not listening, as we ignore bad advise-given from the Maple tree...

And when the rain comes pouring and the wind blows gales-

In the end, what we really have is a heap of rotting leaves! ;





So say you of what it is like in St. Paul, Garrison?

Our own mortality, it cannot be put on pause...

For we are as fragile and forgettable as the maple tree-

Fighting our petty battles but for what noble cause? ? ?





You state basicically that we are born and then we die-

Can you imagine the obituarys of the great poets of the past?

Dying so young- -as Shelley and Keats-

We might feel a twinge reading it- but it would not last! ? !





Fall, oh your magnificient Fall- - Garrison...

Remembering the young romantic poets of their time-

Writing at their very best at 25, 28, 29, and 31...

Dying soon after completing their very best rhymes;





Oh how i love to read you, Garrison...

So brave-not allowing a little stroke-get you down-

A Prairie Home Companion and 77 Love Sonnets-are a must...

Were you aware that you're creating a Legacy that will indeed live on?

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It is with great admiration and esteem that i dedicate this poem
To Garrison Keilor...Of St Paul, Minnisota-Columnist-
Author of 77 Sonnets-Stroke Survivor Since The first Week In September Of 2009.


Here's to Spring Garrison
****Spring Magnificient Spring-Read it in the paper! ! !
Da do run run da do run run...
Met him on a Monday and my heart stood still
Somebody told me that his name was Bill.
Da Do run run Da do run run...
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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COMMENTS
Theodora Onken 10 October 2009
Thank You Tara. Your were the last person i expected to comment as i have not read any of your work of late. Good to see you back. Thank you again. Theo
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T McH 10 October 2009
A brilliantly erudite tribute, warranting a second reading at least. t x
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Theodora Onken 09 October 2009
Thank You Indira, My Meggie and Catrina. Your words of encouragement warm my heart. I have posted one other called One Thing Leads to Another. If you want to have a quick look. It is another dedication to a very special person. Love and hugs to all of you, Theo
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Catrina Heart 09 October 2009
Wow such a stupendous art work..........I love it! ! !
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Meggie Gultiano 09 October 2009
This is a very loving write and a tribute, Theo. Wonderful! ! ! Hugs, your Indigo girl Please take care of you, my dear.
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Indira Babbellapati 09 October 2009
this is a wonderful tribute i ever read on this site...it's simply magnificient!
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