Seasonal Offspring Poem by Alex McCullough

Seasonal Offspring



On these Strawberry Hills,
The crimson sun sets beyond these hilltops,
As the people of old sit down by the oak tree,
Using the wise memories of the past,
To Reminice on the days long gone,
Over at the Fushia Meadow,
The lavender moon's glow hits the lake,
Giving light to the youth of today,
As they stare at it's mystifying shine,
Wondering what tomorrow will bring,
Across from here lays the Tangerine Grove,
The sweet scent of citrus fills the air,
While the children of the future run around,
Living life without a single care,
Not knowing the weight they shall carry,
And down at the Lily Shore,
Is a sanctuary where peace and love lies,
Watching over the ones yet to come,
Protecting them with a blanket of hope,
Preparing them for a world still unknown,
All these people live life a different way,
Looking at it through their own eyes,
Yet one thing still seems to be the same,
No matter how they look or think of it,
The memories of time,
Ever changing like the seasons,
Some petals soar through the open skies,
Landing in a sea of tranquility,
Creating ripples in a future undecided,
Giving us hope to a new world.

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Alex McCullough

Alex McCullough

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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