In Memory of Him
by May Li
Crumpled leaves in piles of crimson,
Shiny coat and yellow boots.
Fist wrapped tight around his shovel,
As budding greens drip-drip with dew.
Heavy branches of starry apples
Sway and sigh in the morning breeze.
As drowsy poppies among the grasses
Await the company of summer bees.
Freckled cheeks and searching fingers,
A rolling ’barrow big enough for two.
The rustling hush of life below,
Whisper tales of excitement, of glory true.
Quiet youth just past the age
Of pirate ships and the rolling seas,
Enjoys an autumn day, down in the shade,
Where the sky is bright, and he is free.
Poem Copyright © 2012 by May Li