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Walking On, a Poem

Updated on September 17, 2015

I'll Keep Walking On...

I keep walking on,

and if sometimes I'm walking on graves,

it just raises my feet up...

so they can be proud o' me,

bringin' in my tiny harvest,

roses, marigold, sweet peas, everybody is welcome

to refuge,

Walkin' on, I'ma dreaming of

cold winter nights all the good

things I put up...

I can still dance

and drink wine,

believe in love

and poetry...

I'm strong and good;

I'm smart, and fine still,

so, I'll shake my skirt,

in these last days of fall-

I reflect, and

and dream a riot of color...

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      WillStarr 21 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Choosing best poet around here is tough, Lily, but this is why I voted for you :

      "I'm strong and good;

      I'm smart, and fine still,

      so, I'll shake my skirt,

      in these last days of fall-

      even Winter thaws."

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      John Hansen 21 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Enjoyable poem Lily.

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      Lillian K. Staats 21 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Did you really, Will?thank you! Thank you Jodha!

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      Clark Cook 21 months ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      This piece is vintage, classic Lily Art--casual, conversational, provocative and thoughtful. When you're on, my dear, you are ON. I was especially impressed by

      "........ if sometimes I'm walking on graves,

      it just raises my feet up...

      so they can be proud o' me,

      bringin' in my tiny harvest,

      ".....

      The only (small) suggestion I have pertains to the very last line:

      ".....even Winter thaws". This wonderful piece is a celebration of the harvest, of the fulness of work--both Nature's natural flow and human work in concert, and for me, I would hope the value and bounty of Fall would somehow honour the Fall itself. The close, however, almost DISCARDS Fall and Winter (hence the poem??) by placing final value on the Spring. Just a thought. Great little poem.

      hank you Lily!

      ClarkT

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      Lillian K. Staats 21 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Ah, there you are friend! You are RIGHT, as usual, which is annoying, (but very helpful!!! Love yaz, lily

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      Nell Rose 21 months ago from England

      As Will said, me too.....! I love your poems, and it seems five minutes ago that you were writing about winter being on its way, (sigh) its that time of year again! nell

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      Liz Elias 21 months ago from Oakley, CA

      Very nice.

      I don't know what happened, but on my screen, I only see this as the last line (copied/pasted):

      "in these last days of fall-

      eand dream a riot of color..."

      Then there is a big block ad. So, I thank the other commenters for filling in the blanks that somehow did not display for me.

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      moonfroth 21 months ago

      Lily --

      DzyMs's comment has me concerned about the whole poem. Would you please copy and paste the whole poem as a 'comment' on this Comment--just to make sure we've all got the whole thing?

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      Lillian K. Staats 21 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Yes, fixed, umm, this is tripe. The poem, not your reflections.

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      Clark Cook 21 months ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      If it's 'tripe' Lily--why is it here?

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      Lillian K. Staats 21 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Keep you on your toes. Course I think everything I do is tripe.

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      snakeslane 21 months ago from Canada

      Hey Lily, I've been thinking about this poem for days. It's so up. Raising your feet up, shaking your skirt. Enjoying your tiny harvest. Walking on graves. Walking on. I liked the original last line. Even winter thaws.

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      Lillian K. Staats 17 months ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Hey, Snakes, a long delayed, thank you!

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