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
Waking: Part One
I am striving to learn the significance
Of the dream you had.
You walked that fine line to somewhere
The one we all have walked.
You did something no one has ever done,
You tried to make it wider.
Since you could not influence it
You altered it with your mind