Wesley's Special Gift~ Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

It was in the gold of Autumn's beginnings
In the russet of the Maple tree's leaves
In the backyard of blooming Mum's simplicity
Long before the cold of Winter worn sleeves;
It was in the piles- wind strewn
In the new bonfires- -all aglow
In the shapes of October's memories
In the reflection's that continue to grow;
Along the sidewalks of late Summer's August
Where rainbows met the sky
In this arch 'cross the Firmament
In the yesterdays of by and by;
In all that was well and good
In his words of genius poetic rhyme
Yes, it was in Wesley's brilliant hand
That i truly embraced the poetic sublime! ;


By, Theodora Onken
April 2,2013


Dedicated to a genius poet and friend
Wesley Storer
Spokane< Washington
Born: August 1944 in Roundup, Montana
Wesleys words are his gift to the world! ! !