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| Category - Emotion | | A Poem from the The Poet and His Thoughts Collection | | Umbrellas - Viewed 133 Times | David Devaney
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November 08, 2009 |
Umbrellas are those special gifts
That under which we hide
There are no secrets that they keep
So in them we confide
They listen as we stroll beneath
Yet never need reply
Their purpose is protection from
Those raindrops in the sky
Sometimes the wind does capture them
And turn them inside out
Yet never have I heard them cry
Or sigh or even pout
They come in colors wonderful
The spectrum through them seen
They’ve passed me yellow, beige and brown
Black and red and green
They seem to be of satin
Smooth and bright and slick
And when no raindrops fall at all
They are a walking stick
In places where the scorching sun
Does penetrate mans soul
They too protect him from its rays
Without a single toll
I’ve seen them in a tropic drink
Like rainbows they reveal
The wondrous rum that brings a smile
And always does appeal
And too umbrellas were once found
In ancient long lost days
For years that number thousands
Their history displays
So next time it begins to rain
And heaven starts to fall
Remember your umbrella
You’ll need it most of all
Devin | | © 2009 David Devaney |
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