English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

father poem

all quiet along the potomac
weak-winged is song
blossoms of babies
i love my hour of wind and light
and breaketh bread no more
the poets tell
backward, turn backward
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
just as my fingers on these keys

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Jewett UM Church to mark 100 years with celebration - Herald-Star
  • Self-published authors share their journeys to authorhood - Courier-Post
  • The life of a prisoner - Fiji Times
  • Jane Varley to read book excerpts - MU The Parthenon (subscription)
  • London On The Cheap - Londonist
  • Stunning Bolt doubles up on records - Guardian Unlimited
  • Meet Passion Play’s Sarah Ruhl: Playwright, Healer, Theatrical Animal (Yale Daily News)
  • Ghost Bike Offers Reminder Of Lost Cyclist - OPB News
  • Sports stars should prove they are not - The Island (subscription)
  • Against the day: Adultnapper - Resident Advisor
  • Strut your (poetry) stuff for cash! - FreeportJournal Standard
  • Listen and learn: Recording in Harare's cafe's - MediaShift Idea Lab
  • Tears, tiffs and triumphs - Guardian Unlimited
  • Your Right to Remain Silent - OpEdNews
  • Night and Day: Bay Area events for Monday, Sept. 29 - The Bay City Times - MLive.com
 

Refinancing Mortgages can save you money!

Get your Online Degrees today!

December 2007 Mortgage News

Poetry | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved