English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

baby poem

melancholy, blue it was
and still they walked on
along a river-side
beneath my window in a city street
there is a country full of wine
i reside at table mountain
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
a life on the ocean wave
calm as that second summer
simply speaking
a few more windy days
dark-eyed
why then, must we see?

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Erdiston Principal gets much love at retirement service - Barbados Advocate
  • Stories for Children Magazine Debuts Its New Website - PR.com
  • Eminent critic Kashfi dead - Pakistan Dawn
  • Voices of Faith: June 14, 2008 (The Record Searchlight)
  • Swift Student Has Poem Published - SolancoNews.com
  • Barrymore is comedian in torment - This is London
  • Angel Gate Press Donates Books - Comic Book Bin
  • Political Benefits Of Inexperience, Ignorance And Black Solidarity - Post Chronicle
  • George Garrett, at 78; versatile author, poet - Boston Globe
  • Back to basics for a geyser of musical creativity - The Gazette (Montreal)
  • Harlymn, 125 Appearing at Tazza s CafĂ© in Providence - Providence American
  • Fans, poets gather for poetry slam (Wisconsin State Journal)
  • Body of Studebaker Found (KMVT Twin Falls)
  • Bedford songwriter finds inspiration in a homeless girl's poem - Boston Globe
  • Feehan grad tells of humanitarian work in Zimbabwe - Attleboro Sun Chronicle
 

Looking into a Refinance?

California Mortgages

Mortgage News Archives

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