Gordon Jerome


Golden Ring - Poem by Gordon Jerome

She’ll bath in a creek
And cook over a fire
Flash me a small peek
Of the things I desire
We climbed waterfalls
And waded in streams
Heard lone owl calls
Took in natures scenes
We sat and we shared
Our thoughts for the day
We listened and cared
For what each had to say
But now there’s just me
All alone on this swing
With what seems to be
A worthless golden ring.
“closing thought”
Trust not in words nor in sight
Trust only in what you feel is right


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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