The Fruit Of Freedom & Fallen Trees
As Memorial Day is now upon us I realize that I have an extra poem. I am late in posting today..So no real introduction. Just a two for the price of one day. This is a re-post from January of 2012.
Please read and remember,
Jake.
The Fruit Of Freedom
Freedom tastes, the sweetest fruit,
but bitter, is it grown,
for blood, it is the water,
and the seed, is courage shown.
The sunlight is conviction,
and hardship, oft be known.
But to taste, the fruit of freedom,
many it’s planters, be laid prone.
***
Jack Downing
Jan. 2012
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Fallen Trees
Fallen comrades,
as fallen trees,
rest with Mother Earth.
Ancients felled,
or the freshly hewn,
have given all their worth.
*
Leaves departed,
limbs are gone,
but deep, their roots remain.
Lest we forget,
how tall they stood,
let us weep, at Taps refrain.
***
Jack Downing
Jan. 2012
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As I read your poems, I considered your style, how you write like the poets of yesterday with a certain rhythm and quality that withstands time. Lovely, Jake, lovely.
Wow, thank you Audrey. That is indeed quite a compliment.