The Rhyme Poem by Barry Middleton
The Rhyme
old men walk slowly
so I have time to see
to study the silver sun
as it burns the golden sea
old men walk slowly
so I have time to think
another spring is coming
a heron stops to drink
old men walk slowly
the raintree sets its leaves
and I have time to wonder
for stars are on the breeze
old men walk slowly
the rhythm of my time
and stopping at my bench
I try to find the rhyme
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