English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

family poem

lived by the river-side
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
you say you love me
sadly speaking
often is it not so?
like eagles on up high
we who stood
why are the things that have no death
quietly, with reverance, in awe
awful truths these be
have you not heard
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
blossoms of babies

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • In our own words - Malta Independent Online
  • August and South Pacific Are Tony Winners; Rylance, Dunagan, Reed ... - Playbill
  • Multimedia Taliban get their message across - San Francisco Chronicle
  • Body of drowned kayaker, poet found in Salmon River - Northwest Cable News
  • The Daily Journal's Student of the Day: Bruno Costanzo (Daily Journal)
  • Wilkes sets the ultimate scene at JVC jazz fest - Chicago Sun-Times
  • Georgia Nicols horoscopes for June 14 - Chicago Sun-Times
  • Pollin': Best Potential Coach - Bullets Forever
  • Finalists for 21st Annual Trillium Book Award announced - CNW Group
  • Saving Library Branches Should Be A Priority - Hartford Courant
  • Call Me When You Get This - Estereofonica.com
  • Why poet tried to destroy his early work - Press and Journal
  • 'Latino Music Festival' Spans Time, Borders - HispanicBusiness.com
  • An Interview with Steven Wingate - New West
  • Poets slam down their rhymes in Brink Lounge bout (The Capital Times)
 

Mortgage Quotes

Second 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