Fallen leaves poetry

Fallen Leaves

I wish I could collect fallen leaves,

Like I did when I was five,

They were beautiful to me,

I collected one of every shape and Colour,

Just to be fair.

I wanted to save them, give them a home that was warm, and dry.

I thought they would stay alive forever,

If I cared enough.

But like everything,

Their beauty faded,

Dried up, cracked, turned to dust.

I didn’t understand like I do now.

Trying to keep something alive that is dead is futile.

Now their beauty reminds me of the fragility of life.

Dawn Illsley

Louisbourg Day 2

A few discoveries today and a lot of questions still to be answered.  The longer I delve into the bits and pieces the more I want to know.  I found part of an etched inscription  today.  I’m feeling more and more like a code breaker.  I used to love criptoquotes as a kid.  I guess those interests that you develop as a kid, turn into your passions when you are an adult.  


Visited Kennington Cove…