The Garden Of Our Year's Poem by James McLain

To day before tomorrow when it comes
As Irma, threatens U.S.
Year's have passed most by and in living
Dying have.

Cloud's that cross the sky have not arrived
And few will dance outside.
From the surge and rising tide that from the wind
One cannot hide.

So yes that single rose that I have set aside,
For you.
The wind and rain will come and they will claim
A circle that is wet upon the ground.

Through her,
Remember me and not before our lonely year's.
Though for her my heart may beat but sir, I'm drowning
In my tear's.


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017