The Wild Honey Suckle

                I am not a huge fan of poems. I do not claim to understand what the writer meant them to mean. The Wild Honey Suckle reminds me of my childhood. I enjoyed the small Honey suckle bush that grew by my childhood home. As I continued reading Freneau words turned from summers light into falls decline. He says “I see your future doom”. Freneau obviously was contemplating life while he wrote this poem. To me he was describing our journey through life. Lastly he says “the space between, is but an hour,  The frail duration of a flower”. Life is short. There is beauty in life but, we quickly return to the dust of the earth