The End Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
The End
The End
As I was walking down the lane, suddenly I discover
that it will soon be Brown October
Dark-Green August just left me
to be in time for Yellow September
now I am ten days from this month's end
but wait I smell...I smell... a melted blend
Suddenly I saw September-fire
in the meadows between the cows behind the wire
oh my God, shall we still have milk or the BBQ?
dear Lord, now I surrender, it's up to You!
© Sylvia Frances Chan
copyright Tue 20 Sep - 2011 -
All Rights Reserved
Another lovely poem and a beautiful expression at the change of the season. take care and thanks for sharing.
The vote I have given here, is got your lovely poem I am reading now, only I am still on my own page. It must be because of the heavy sleep I have now. So sorry Seema.
Thank you so much for your kind and lovely response. A TEN and much much more for the Vote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:58:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In God we have miracles constantly, but we must ask Him, we must pray to Him and rely on Him, surely God will respond to us and that will be another Wonder in our eyes, in my eyes....Thank you so much for your ardent response, Seema, for your feedback and lovely comment. God's Blessings in Abundance.