Spring Days to Come
Days of pain gone astray and with that so does
old and weary flame.A time to leave disillusion,
disappointment behind, saddle the fresh horse and
head toward the orange colored morn.
Close many doors and still to open others wondering
eye, work, fight and feather.Ready and able to improve
and circulate change through the broad angled tide
of my pride.
Happiness that comes to father and son paving more
roads of games, goals and dreams.Making all the minutes,
hours count in a relationship more resolute.Embattled
father and mother now sworn to lay down poisoned tongue
and sword.
Deprive me not the pleasures of life directing sails to
find adventure.The romantic letter reaches that unshielded
heart and whispering essence of love travels is on a
unrevealed path.
poem by William Blackman
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