I recently submitted this poem to a local writer’s contest. I am posting it here so visitors will have something to read while they wait for something worthwhile to appear in this blog.



BY Jim Fuller

Leaves losing their grip and drifting to the ground.
Crickets tuning up to play their cheerful autumn song.
The honking overhead is geese southward bound.
Oh, so many signs that the shadows are getting long.

There are pumpkins on the vine and fields are full of grain,
Scarecrows are on guard to keep the pests away.
Halloween is coming soon, all the signs are very plain.
And the Frost known as Jack is coming here to stay.

But today the sun is bright, and warm upon his back,
As a man of many seasons recalls his days long gone.
When he thinks of all the years, he sort of loses track,
Tho he knows that, like the season, his shadow is getting long.

In that shadow is a sadness, a feeling of being alone,
For his friends have already gone, so he’ll see them nevermore.
He lives now with memories that are his very own,
And the haunting question of what the future has in store.

As if such thoughts are tiring, his head begins to nod,
And he drifts into his dreams where nothing can go wrong.
Where the ones he loved so dearly still dwell above the sod.
For the man and for the season the shadows are getting long.

A voice is gently calling and there’s a tender touch,
That brings him to reality and all it has in store.
His eyes behold a grandchild that he has missed so much,
And the day now has promise that wasn’t there before.

On his feet and standing tall, a smile upon his face,
They walk together, young and old, and hear the cricket’s song.
The sun beaming down makes the world a happy place,
Where friendships are warm and solid when the shadows are getting long.



About authorjim

I grew up in the country near a small Montana town, I have spent a lot of time in the outdoors, working, fishing, hunting and camping but have always been interested in mechanical and electrical things. Most of my life has been spent in the use, care and repair of things mechanical, electrical an electronic. After being retired for several years, I began writing and published my first novel at the age of 79. Now, at the age of 82, I have recently published my fourth noveland it is available from me or from the pulisher or book distributor.
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