LOYALTY

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Submitted Date 02/13/2019
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An old redwood fence,
grayed and cracked from years
Beneath an unforgiving sun
Wraps itself proudly
Around a red stone house.
It has seen young lovers grow old
And watched children flourish
And play under its watch
Only to leave and start a life
of their own.
It Stands proudly now as if
The weeds and wildflowers
Were kingly adornment
And pretends not to notice
Its usefulness has passed.
Under the hot sun, it sits
Embracing the broken red house
Steadfastly, Refusing to fall.

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  • Tomas Chough 1 year, 5 months ago

    It's so awesome how that wrong turn ended up inspiring you to write this. Creativity shows up when we least expect it. Great poem Lyn!

    • Lyn Geist 1 year, 5 months ago

      Thank you Tomas! I think we find creative inspiration in everything. lol

  • Tanya Marion 1 year, 5 months ago

    If houses could write poetry about their occupants, oh the stories they could tell! Beautiful poem, Lyn :)

    • Lyn Geist 1 year, 5 months ago

      Thank you, and that is exactly why I love very old.....everything. lol I can imagine the people, the discussions they may have had, the clothes they wore. I have a soft spot for anything that has come before. Or maybe just a lot of curiosity!

  • Regina M Basile 1 year, 5 months ago

    And pretends not to notice Its usefulness has passed.
    I love this line, almost as if it's saying "yes I'm old and damn proud of it!". Beautiful poem.

    • Lyn Geist 1 year, 5 months ago

      Thank you Regina. That's exactly right :)

  • Miranda Fotia 1 year, 4 months ago

    Beautifully written!

  • Kiersten Felch 1 year, 2 months ago

    I love poems that describe a scene, and yours performs perfectly.