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Tatum's Transcendental Treetop Tale
recalling a rare and unforgettable dream
The Golden Leaves
Walking down a hill, I neared
a tree that caught my eye.
Once I arrived, the leaves all fell,
ascending to the sky.
Just as they fell, they turned to gold,
then gathered in a group.
Before they touched the ground, they made
a wide and upward swoop.
I watched in awe as I looked up,
remembering what I said;
repeating "What a thing of beauty!",
as I shook my head.
Still looking up, I saw the grouping
open up and flair,
and they spread wide to fill the sky,
miles high into the air.
The sky was filled with sparkling gold!
What had this dream implied?
By late that day, I got the news,
my mother had just died.
R.I.P., Mom
Beverly Joan Attaway
7.9.31-1.12.24
~ All my love forever,
William Attaway Tatum
1.12.24
recalling a rare and unforgettable dream
The Golden Leaves
Walking down a hill, I neared
a tree that caught my eye.
Once I arrived, the leaves all fell,
ascending to the sky.
Just as they fell, they turned to gold,
then gathered in a group.
Before they touched the ground, they made
a wide and upward swoop.
I watched in awe as I looked up,
remembering what I said;
repeating "What a thing of beauty!",
as I shook my head.
Still looking up, I saw the grouping
open up and flair,
and they spread wide to fill the sky,
miles high into the air.
The sky was filled with sparkling gold!
What had this dream implied?
By late that day, I got the news,
my mother had just died.
R.I.P., Mom
Beverly Joan Attaway
7.9.31-1.12.24
~ All my love forever,
William Attaway Tatum
1.12.24
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The Golden Leaves
The Golden Leaves