My Youth by Evangeline Bryant

My youth is falling,

Down with the colored leaves.

The smell of pecan pie

will wish me happy birthday

I’ll float on the aroma of Thanksgiving,

and visualize what

my new life

will bring to me.

 

 

6 thoughts on “My Youth by Evangeline Bryant

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  1. I can relate to this poem a lot! I really like the imagery used, especially the part about “floating on the aroma of Thanksgiving”! ovo)b

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  2. The use of fall as an analogy for maturing is brilliant. Because fall is usually the time where the old leave die and new ones are born.

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