The Hunter's Moon
poem by:
Christopher Russon
Written
on Nov 06, 2016
Those memories of the past Are there to remind us Of our journey through time From youthful days of vigor To years now in decline. Now the sun has lost its glow Autumn leaves start to fall Leading to winter's snow The frost awaits to greet us all Memories stay, seasons come and go. December will be upon us soon With thoughts of days gone by All those Saturday nights we had Reaching for those stars so high In those days at the Hunter's Moon.
Tags: happy, humor, rhyme, inspirational,
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Lovely poem and so true, at the end we are left with beautiful memories, because, hopefully, the bad ones disappear with time.
Christopher Russon
commented:
thank you for your comment Cecilia.
Geoffrey Brewer
commented:
A beautiful whistful poem that strikes close to home. I love the use of seasonal and diurnal references, particularly "hunters' moon" (excuse my addition of the apostrophe).
Christopher Russon
commented:
thank you Geoffrey.
Maria Williams
commented:
A beautiful poem Christopher, so true and yet it's those memories that keep us pointing and staying young
Christopher Russon
commented:
Thanks you Maria they were the days.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Liked that poem....
Christopher Russon
commented:
Thank you Frank .the hunters moon sticks in my mind to this day .Saturday night's disco.
With music from the trogs.Them.the kinks. the Moody blues and many more.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Sep 12, 2017 at 8:02pm
It would cost you a fortune to see those bands today........aah, great days..
