Some autumn leaves have turned to gold,
the ones so new and green last May,
while others sense they’re growing old
on this October-orange day, 

as memories born on kinship’s shore
lie just beneath the shadowed ledge,
where each pulls back the veil no more
than courage yields toward the edge

of who we were  and who we are,
so intricate, our human race . . .
each journey marked by fading scars
and lines that hallow every face.

This looking back - and then ahead,
like balancing life’s turning wheel,
shows all we’ve learned when all is said,
is “life is short and love is real ! ”
 

Anne Bryant-Hamon
© 2001

This poem is dedicated to the memory
of Sequoyah High School’s  Class of 1981,
both those who are gone and those who remain –

Rick & Janet Swahn

 
 

Katie Wehunt-Glover * Teresa Mercer-Reimer 
Carla Renee Gable-McColl