page one
This section begins with the first poems I wrote.
The pages that follow were written later - they span many years.
Some have been published in poetry collections [local contests].
This is the poem on which the
story episodes elsewhere on this site are based --
Reflections
I did not climb a mountain
Yet I have reached to Mars
I could not travel, but I've dreamed
And I have seen the stars.
I did not gain the floor of fame,
Yet I have touched the moon
I've found companions in the stars
And seen night skies in June.
I did not make great sums of cash
Yet I have crossed the bars
'Twixt earth and spaces of the sky,
And I have seen the stars.
more of my earliest attempts at poetry --
Legacy
Go sit and remember
wild roses in June
sleigh rides in December
a round harvest moon.
Go sit and smile again
over stories old
forget today's pain
remember tales once told.
Go sit alone and dream
by yourself for one short day
walk beside a stream
then go on your way.
Wanderer
I must return to my home again,
To the greenness, the rain, and the trees.
And all that I ask is a damp cool day
And a gusty, refreshing breeze.
I must return to my home again,
To the sea and the sky and the sand
All that I ask is a windy day
And a friendly, welcoming hand.
| poetry 1 | poetry 2 | poetry 3 |
| poetry 4 | poetry 5 | poetry 6 |
| poetry 7 | poetry 8 | poetry 9 |
| poetry 10 | poetry 11 | poetry 12 |
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