Golden Glory

• Adam Kaim, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

Thursday morning after breakfast,
Sometime between 11:15 and 11:17,
As I was walking along a cobble stone pathway,
Connecting sanity from insanity,
I saw two leaves,
Dancing gracefully in the shallow breeze.
Garments of a golden grey.
Gazelles prancing in an everlasting field.
I stopped to notice...
The Beauty and simplicity of what appeared to be,
Two sweethearts, dancing, entrancing, almost dreamlike.
Hypnotic, exotic, chaotic.
Floating together throughout their
meaningless and insignificant lifetimes.
Trough and Through, till 11:18