The Winter Of My Life Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

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There is a village in the hills
Inland from here on the coast
At an altitude of a few thousand feet
In the rainforest green and cool
So after helping a friend relocate today
I sat in the shadows
Having a grandad break
Along with my old hound and
Two juvenile kookaburras who
Had come to entertain us.
We were sung to and laughed at
"Well here we are old thing…."
In the winter of our lives…eh
Your grey face and my grey head
She blinked half smiling in the sunlight
Unspoken she asked me
Do you feel the breeze playing with
The both of us, these two feathered
Laughing overgrown Kingfishers
And this glorious tropical mind blowing
Super winter of living
Fragrant with rainforest scent
Safe in these quiet times,
Cool and clean.
- - - -
If this is to be my winter
Then, yep, bring it on
And I can throw away
The jumper I had thought
Last night that I may need
In this the winter of my life.