Connie Yost

Rookie (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

Come And Walk The Plank - Poem by Connie Yost

Their live a few, who, wearing shoes,
Must walk the weathered plank;
A nine foot board of knotty pine,
Which bridges bank to bank.

A steady stride, it takes to cross,
A frost does make it slick;
One slip will send a skidding boot,
Six inches to the crick.

In wintertime it isn't there,
To inexperienced eyes;
Since muffled trundling can be heard,
We pause and fantasize.

When ice and snow give up and go,
There comes a tidal flush;
And all at once the bridge is free,
Of overwhelming slush.

The warming sun brings out the green,
In springtime garden lot;
And nearly every color seen,
Lives near the crossing spot.

Outspoken tulips lead the reds,
Grape hyacinths do the blue;
The pinks and purples nod their heads,
As all the yellows do.

So often now I walk the plank,
The luscious meadow thrives;
'Tis there a young doe simply waits,
Until her time arrives.

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And now the new fawns start a new season again.

Comments about Come And Walk The Plank by Connie Yost

  • Rookie Thomas Carolan (3/23/2014 7:13:00 AM)

    and nearly every color seen lives near the crossing spot good thinking (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 36,896 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/29/2013 7:45:00 AM)

    Until her times arrives, come and walk. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013


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