Katy Funke song and a poem.
The September song….
The leave are turning and the nights are cooler.
The children are playing outside,
enjoying the last days of Summer.
I have become like the Autumn,
my once young and hopeful eyes,
understanding life moved so quickly.
Now I have hazy memories,
ancient love story to be written.
Old man drink the cold beer now,
the whiskey drinking man.
Just myth and tales in my stories.
I paint to canvas with words about the beautiful days,
the great sea and the quiet desert.
I looked at old photos and I remember.
The warm and sweet kisses of kind lovers,
I remember the German Spring and the California Summer.
Now I don’t cursed love,
now I counts every lover.
As the greatest blessings known.
I still dreams of blushing beauties,
stealing kisses in the rain.
I remember,
when lovers allowed night to fall into day,
when passion was my wealth.
Now the grandchildren are my wealth.
I remember the good days and I know.
We must paint days of laughter,
paint new days where we celebrate love near and
we know. What we do now. Is what is true.
The Autumn days are here.
The first day of September and the leaves are falling.
Please remember.
Today is a empty canvas and we must paint with a hopeful heart.
A day of wonder, a day of joy.
Coyote
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Katy is wonderful and thank you for the reblogged.
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I agree that grandchildren are our treasures and make our lives worthwhile.
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Yes they are my friend. I appreciate the comment.
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Beautiful poetic accompaniment to this song, John. Honored to have inspired this piece for you . I especially love the last three lines ♥️🍂
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You are welcome dear Katy. I appreciate the kind words.
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A beautiful poem
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Thank you my dear friend. I love Katy’s songs. A great poet also.
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