Men of many days ago, Came to realize, he is told, That with all their deeds of bold, They couldn’t understand a girl. They get mad at simple things,

Such a heavy heart, So crushed by fear— She never meant to lock Her love from you, dear. Her deep love for you

The wind on the sea, The bird in the air, The days are long gone From that land fair. Eagles fly high up above,

One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...

The faucet is still dripping. The Hourglass of Life keeps the s… From being what it wants most to b… A beautiful sand castle. An endless sigh is slipping

Like your name, You gather up the light And, smiling, share its wonder, Somehow persuade the bleakest day To part its clouds,

He never loved himself But he fell in love with a woman. He never loved himself, But he fell in love with his work. He never loved himself,

In the soul of man, Both can be found, Infinite peace And the devils bound. Side by side they exist,

His love for you is really true, He can’t believe how bad he’s fall… He never thought, he would let his… But that day, he couldn’t do just… Your care, love, and joy.

The hand of hope goes the distance Gently uplifts the wildflower Firmly nudged to sway in the spiri… Wildflower unfolds gracefully Mother Earth taking hold

What goes on in the underground? Beyond and beneath the warm, Serene fields of neutral conversat… Inside the hollow caverns, down In the dark tunnels where

By chance, where are you? He always hears a call After looking so much, Not even a glimpse of a person. There are many insisting messages

He knows of a man who was so proud… Now this son wanted to follow in t… He learned how to race bicycles an… He then learned how to race motorc… Always this son followed his dad,…

People come and go, They are all passersby. Some come to show, A path on which others can rely. Some have come to build,

Grandpa is a cockeyed, potlickin’… Who’d rather be working at shearin… Than sit and lounge around all day… Until the stars come out and play. And his stories, every one is true…