Autumn Rose
by Autumn Writer
Copyright© 2011 by Autumn Writer
Poem Story: Each fall the garden sings its final song before winter.
Tags: Drama
Little soldier, so proud you are in crimson tunic,
emerald epaulettes and matching pantaloons.
Stand tall and face bitter autumn winds
which scrape bare the once-green garden wherein once would parade
colored battalions in summer victories, too many to name.
Comrades all in crimson, pink, yellow, white
You knew them well in days of golden summer light,
But the wind; the cruel, autumn wind, must blow.
Stand tall, lonely face the autumn chill.
Colored tunics falter each dwindling day and
ever-lengthened shadows disguise their worth.
Summer glories seem not so long ago;
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