The harvester.

The harvester.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What is ones memoirs
but the harvesting of thoughts,
a reflection of one’s recollections
all indelibly, categorically assembled
on paper with a title
to fill the mind’s of those
curious and willing to travel
the same journey
where the eyes of the reader
finally catch up to the pen’s
The End.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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i wonder how much we really want to take that full journey...
i think we feel more like, "get to the good parts, " and "so what happens at the end"
this poem is so true...really like the sound evoked by the third line.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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