David Taylor

No Longer Jumping In Muddy Puddles

Questions rain down from heaven
like a gentle rain;
a rain that started pouring when
so young I discovered
that answers came from mum.

Then the gentle rain turned
into a storm of letters, sums
history and natural geography;
oh how that rain came down
and teachers hurried on.

And now,
in a quiet restful glade of life,
lit by morning sun,
I see the clouds gather
and know that more will come.

What they will ask I cannot say
but each one will join and form
a pool of water at my feet;
light reflecting my image
as silent, still I gaze.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 13, 2009

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  • Fiona Davidson (1/13/2009 4:43:00 AM)

    I love the images here...a rain of letters about sums it up...thank you for sharing this

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