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.

 

MY LEGACY

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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Crafter, writer, artist, retired and I love a good glass of wine.

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