Gone Away Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

I went for a walk as I do most every day,
reflecting as I love to do about nature's way.

I walked to a special place beyond the gentle stream.
I felt the warm golden sun which made the water gleam.

I climbed up the browned hillside to the very crest,
taking a few panoramic views as I paused to rest.

'Oh no! Too soon! ' I cried, ‘your life has just begun! '
For every tree stood naked and leaf-bare under the sun.

They are gone away,
The wind blew, like wings lifting!
They are gone away,
The wind grew, whirling and sifting!

Pulling and snatching, ripping, and catching.
Then dropping them to my dismay -
Gone away, gone away.


© Loyd C Taylor, Sr., November 2020