Open Poetry #33 |
Todd |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Todd was odd, or so they said, Touched they’d say, off in the head, Now Todd was not quite like all others, Had no sisters, nor no brothers, No friends with whom that he could play, So all alone he’d walk each day, Amongst the trees and creatures wild, To places yet by man defiled. He’d feel north’s breeze upon his face, Savor deep of nature’s grace. One day Todd just up and left, No one to cry, to feel bereft, His parents long since dead and buried, Who knew the pain that odd Todd carried, As he journeyed life’s lonesome track, Todd was never coming back. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
So all alone he’d walk each day, Amongst the trees and creatures wild, To places yet by man defiled. He’d feel north’s breeze upon his face, Savor deep of nature’s grace. ~*~ What a sad poem for such a pretty day... but there are those who live just like this. Thank you, Sir. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I think I knew Todd once upon a time. Enjoyed your writing, Tim. ......jo |
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