MY LEGACY: MonWe, Dream on Monday, 3,24,14, Genre Choice.

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For MonWe, Dream on Monday, 3,24,14, Genre Choice, I selected poetry and chose to re-post  a poem to explain my inspiration.



by David Wainland


When I was ten

and not before

My father knocked

upon my door


In his hand

he held for me

A dog-eared book

of poetry


The spine was weak

the jacket rent

Most pages had

their corners bent


Read these my son

and you will learn

Free men read books

that others burn


When I was twelve

and not before

My father knocked

upon my door


Then turned a leaf

that caught my sight

Kipling wrote of

men that fight


Poe told tales

filled with gloom

Barrett’s love

entranced the room


Longfellow’s rhymes

captured dreams

While Alfred Noyse

sought moonlight beams



The Highwayman

and Gunga Din

The Raven knows

where I have been


My father always

did me proud

He often read

these poems aloud


If not for him

I know not when

My words would fall

from out my pen


He set my stride

upon the trail

Twas not for him

these rhymes would fail


When I was fifty

and not before

He rapped again

upon my door


The books are yours

my life is through

This my son

I leave for you


Eternal lies

my father now

This poem fulfils

a silent vow


When they were ten

and not before

My children heard me

at their door



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