It was in the gold of Autumn's beginnings
In the russet of the Maple tree's leaves
In the backyard of blooming Mum's simplicity
Long before the cold of Winter worn sleeves;
It was in the piles- wind strewn
In the new bonfires- -all aglow
In the shapes of October's memories
In the reflection's that continue to grow;
Along the sidewalks of late Summer's August
Where rainbows met the sky
In this arch 'cross the Firmament
In the yesterdays of by and by;
In all that was well and good
In his words of genius poetic rhyme
Yes, it was in Wesley's brilliant hand
That i truly embraced the poetic sublime! ;
By, Theodora Onken
April 2,2013
Dedicated to a genius poet and friend
Wesley Storer
Spokane< Washington
Born: August 1944 in Roundup, Montana
Wesleys words are his gift to the world! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem