Poetry of young David Jackson
written at age 14
Love is like a flowerat age 20....
'bloomin' in the spring
from a lowly seedling
to a stately kingif it is not cared for
if it's left alone
Love will surely wither
gone forever gone
shall I say I have drifted in silence
with the leaves on this creek
or
I have lain in quiet solitude
with these bleached logsshall I say I am the wind
and have seen the river
into which the creek flows
and the seano
simply this
and only thisbottomland corn
a creek
and a young man throwing rocks
at leaves