English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

grandmother poem

when i was a boy at college
with the meek, brown eyes
i can not tell you now
i think it just splendid
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
there's one that i once loved so much
some one complained to the master
my soul is a dark ploughed field
weak-winged is song

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Gang Gang Dance’s Lizzie Bougatsos Making Music in NY - BlackBook Magazine
  • ‘Shatranj Key Khilari’ to be screened tomorrow - The News International
  • There Will Be Blood - Salon
  • Hot Entertainment Picks: 10/03/2008 (Traverse City Record-Eagle)
  • October arts calendar (The Post and Courier)
  • South Africa pays tribute to `Mama Africa’ Makeba (Las Vegas Sun)
  • Pete Francis finds something poetic in rock 'n' roll - Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
  • In brilliant 'Barber,' a dose of the daffy - Herald Tribune
  • 101 good ideas from Des - Galway Advertiser
  • Preschool provides strong learning foundation: Christian school ... - Gonzales Inquirer
  • Obama picks Clinton alum Emanuel chief of WH staff (Quad-City Times)
  • Obama visits SSU - Ironton Online
  • Animal welfare advocates say the shelter could dramatically reduce ... - City Pages
  • Fat Man Squeeze - Birmingham News
  • Road to revolution traced - Billings Gazette
 

Get a better Mortgage Rate today and save!

Florida Mortgages

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