Poetry

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

-Robert Frost

Slowly - SLOWLY For Valerie I will walk slowly for awhile, Although I wish for quicker stride. My spirit wants to dance and run; My body holds that hope inside. But as I linger down the path, Perhaps it’s only I who sees The subtle-colored flowers And sunlight-filtered trees. I will be gentle for awhile; It seems my heart grows larger now. And people never understood Are …
The Prodigal - Something in the dancing Brings me home again- A prodigal come to myself, Too long gone among the corn cobs.
Silent Night - Silent Night Bedtime songs on Christmas Eve, I hardly see him in the light- My little boy who fell asleep As I was singing “Silent Night.” My thoughts go to another place, Another night, another bed, Another boy whose mother watched As He laid down His little head. He soon would know His Father’s voice And He would feel the angel’s hands. But as a …
I Didn’t Know you Slept Below - I didn’t know you slept below. We came to visit like the rest, Where headstones tell the history Of those who didn’t make it west. I said the stories; tried to tell The little boys who climbed the stone Of “blessed, honored pioneers,” Not knowing I spoke of our own. Did you listen from above, Truly glad we finally came? As I spewed history to …