A seed was planted,
And here it grew.
Rooted in family memories.
The human soul formed into this trunk:
Each and every branch has its own take:
Each leaf a peace of information.
A lesson learned,
Taught from life’s teacher.
This tree grows stronger each day.
A new lesson taught through passing time .
Strengthening it’s resolve every day.
Till age and seasons,
Take their own toll.
Leaves are lost, scattered to the winds.
Branches broken , fallen , forgotten;
While the bark is shredded away .
Baring the truth of what’s within.
To finally give into deaths grasp.
What’s left behind are the stories told.
By scattered leaves and branches.
About the Creator
Kevin hodgson
single full time father.
I love to cook and write for my friends.
Taking a step forward to start sharing to a bigger world now.
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A wolves tale
Here I cook a meal for kings. I set the dishes as a song bird sings. For this meal is for no king. Nor shall I be handing out a ring. Its presentation must be right. And my secret can't be in plain sight. For when we finish this meal tonight. It will be only me who has delight. I garnish the plates with gentle care. I pour the wine and check your chair. I invite you in with the sweetest grin. Shall we eat, where shall I begin. A salad for two, but just for you. Maybe a stuffed mushroom , one or two. Then we are on to a cup of soup. It will be my pleasure let me scoop. I will offer cheese and crackers. May leave the room to toss some wrappers. I won't be long, back in a flash. Short of breath, from that quick dash. Lobster and steak, this dish piled high. Make sure u save room for ice cream and pie. Dinner almost done, and I have not had a bite. You look at the clock in the now dimming light. After pie you can spend the night. I'm not going to lie, everythings all right. The look in my eye shows no signs. But you know all the while something shines. My eyes seem empty but full at times. That like short stories and rhymes. You smile and say, "no thanks. I must go and check my tanks. " With a flash and a sudden wind. A storm shutter blows in. For now it is to late. Your are my dinner date. Now You truly see my smile. I start to change in the moon light. You start running in fright. But it is to late. For you are my dinner date.......
By Kevin hodgson5 years ago in Poets
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