Just a few days ago during english class we were told to create a poem about life also called seasons. What it was about was about the different stages of life is a different season. e.g. Old Age-winter. Thats the one I decided to do. So let me know if you like it.. cuz it just came rolling out soon as I started writing it.
Beautiful Sad Dream
The wind whistles
past her ears.
The faint scent of roses
brings her tears.
While sitting under
the apple tree,
she wonders how
will heaven be.
Then slowly, like she
was a child, she
drifts into a dream
of memories.
She remembers the
first time fishing,
and all the boys
she has been kissing.
The children
she raised,
and the neighbours
she waved.
Last, but not least,
she remembers how
she outlived them
all in a
beautiful sad dream.
By: Destiny Goodine
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