while you’re young
hike the peaks.
take some leaps.        
come fall, rake  leaves.
make  tracks in the hills,
wander the hollow,
‘neath   clouds high  see ‘em  go  by
as  the grand geese honk over.
evening, toast your pals
roast marsh mellows,
laugh now,  gals  and fellows tell your stories,
wrap it up over apple cider,  then  count the stars.
days pass, waxed on  glass, you know.
then  remember  again, as  you will,
the great times that passed
when we were young together.
Friday, November 25, 2011
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2 comments:
"While you're young"... all those things I still do while old - in my dreams that is. I like how I am always young, fit and tireless in that world.
Do it now, as much as you can, at every age; though it's good to remind the young(er).
I like how this poem ends, moving from the general to the particular, bringing in both the speaker of the poem, and the speaker's companions.
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