John Scully

Rookie (19th October 1947 / London)

When All Is Done. - Poem by John Scully

For the simple reason
from humility of mind
we, with a firm step
return, season after season
to inspire,
to shelter,
to love,
the home stretch
hidden in the shadows
of snowflakes, watching suns,
and apple blossom time.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 10, 2013



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