Cherub face
Crew cut
Outsize home-
Knit jumper

Shiny pate
Snow beard
Paunch

One flash bulb
Fifty years

Paint a picture with stars
The moon doth give light

Dreams come true or not
Dreaming a pleasure ever got

Seldom found a love true
In time hearts different hue

None is hurt by thorns
We just step on it

Lend a hand wipe tears
Stay long till trouble clears

Love is not ever near
Moments found a treasure dear

Value of a poem determined
Hearts touched and souls defined

Passion a flame fanned high
Separation the cause love die

Bells of glory heard not
By hero in body bag

In the eyes of mother
A child you always be

All life lived blaming parents
When gone they proved correct

so ****** doomed, destiny defeated
we need what we please, not what is needed
searched for something new and never succeeded
we even said please and begged and pleaded

there can't be no doomsday deleted
we cheat each other, it's we who are cheated
more reckless reasoning is repeated
can't stop the cycle, nearly completed

It's a dream childhood
taking the ten fifteen autumn ferry
for school on the other side of the river
little white butterflies
petite pretty ribboned
babbling like river ripples
boarding from the jetty in the sky
traveling below billowing September clouds
living only in now breathing joyous
no worry for a future
ferrying along the river
and now is all that counts
counting by the moments
fairy furlongs
on the ten fifteen autumn ferry.

Some  places  call  it
In  the  Autumn.

Some  places  call  it
in  the  Fall.

In  Cumbria  UK  we  say
in  the  Back  End.

Meaning  the  Back  End
of  the  year.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.