Preston Simmons Poems
|1.||Entangled In Mystery||10/29/2011|
|2.||A Society Among The Trees||12/15/2011|
|3.||The Whisperings Of Winter||12/17/2012|
|5.||A Soldier Marching Home||1/12/2013|
|7.||Waking: Part One||2/17/2013|
|10.||The Shadowed Vase||6/25/2013|
|11.||Woken Once More||6/25/2013|
|21.||The Montreal Tunnel||2/1/2014|
|22.||Not Quite There||10/29/2013|
Not Quite There
I look forward into the future,
Of what I will be like in seventy years.
I won't speak about what society will be like,
That's for you to discover.
It is an odd thought to have at seventeen
That I will die someday.
It will come,
I know it's true,
Because its fallen on those
Who were seventeen before.
I will remember how I used to walk,
With vigor and vitality.
In the future age, my frame will make me late.
I will walk slowly and with care,
But with the strength and wisdom of how to walk.
sink it's teeth
A Soldier Marching Home
The man is discovered
At the doorstep of death,
The warden wanders by.
Courage may be found
In our pit
Instead of lingering fear.
Ten yards off
From where I stand,
your agony exceeds my own.