Dancing lightly on the breeze <br />As any autumnal leaf would <br />Just ahead of that final <br />chasing icy winter wind. <br />How we’ve watched you <br />Over the wasting years <br />In the sure and dark knowledge <br />Of our own untold guilt <br />This mass implicitly <br />In your change from summer’s <br />vibrant, and virile green <br />to the brittle dying russet <br />you’ve become. <br />We witnessed you halcyon day’s <br />roaring you on as you danced <br />lithe and supple, across <br />those green gladiatorial meadows <br />little knowing or caring <br />that with every roar and cheer <br />we were bringing <br />winter’s icy and killing blast <br />more surely and swifter <br />hidden within fame’s golden shroud <br />and now I stand watching <br />this sad and grieving panoply <br />unable to grieve, held back from <br />what should a natural thing <br />upon the lose of greatness <br />I cannot grieve George <br />My shame won’t let me.<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-lightly-on-the-wind-in-memory-of-george/
