Autumn Past: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
Shadows of an autumn past, the greenery is gone but my heart stays still. The blue heavens stay in my mind as thoughts walk next to me left to right.
I find these words that seem so difficult to say, but yet love just walks away, not needing a challenge just a simple life with out the conflicts of others to make it so difficult to live an everyday life.
Scared to find out that there is moor people against you then what you thought, but it’s the worst when you find that one of those people is you. But you won’t be stopped until there is another autumn approaching.
By John McKinley Pride Jr.