To Laura

By S. Barnes

21st Century


I sit on a bench in the dead of fall,
Among the shadows I feel so small,
The clouds and sky a crimson hue,
As I sit on this bench and think of you,

The autumn breeze chills to the bone,
And I reminisce of days long gone,
The sounds of children playing in the park,
Start to cease as the sky grows dark,

Everyone goes home to the one they love,
And I gaze at the stars in the sky above,
And so brings to end another day,
I gather my books and go on my way,

Copyright 2001 by S. Barnes. All rights reserved.

DayPoems Poem No. 2372
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