Rustling Leaves Poem by Doug Hollywood Davis

Rustling Leaves



I was walking through the woods
On an autumn day
The sun shone brightly through the trees
And the birds were singing away,

I was just thinking
About so many things
When I noticed something quite odd,

From out of nowhere
Came an elderly man
Then I realized that it was God,

He asked...
'Why do you worry? '
'Why is your heart heavy? '
'Why do you suffer alone? ',

I told him that I
Don't want to worry my family
So I try to figure it out on my own,

God simply smiled
And said, 'silly child...'
'If you need help you can always ask me.'

As he walked away
Into the woods
I felt a great sense of peace,

I called out that 'I'm...'
'Not a church going man'
So I talk to him here in the trees,

He said, 'Son believe me...'
'Although you may not see me'
'You'll hear my voice in the rustling leaves'.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jane 92 10 November 2008

quite an amazing peice.... greately written i like the line 'i'm not quite a church going man' very smart...

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