(with apologies to the lad from Shropshire) “Now come on check the threads you wear A public man should take more care The crowd in which you try to shine Is found in tux or Calvin Klein How can you be so out of touch Or say it doesn’t matter much? Success...
In Walden Pond there lived a frog, A wise and pithy sprite. Who spent his days on marshial law, Philosophized at night. He was the king of bullrush shore – Since Daddy late had croaked. A voice of quiet rebel roar – With transcendental folk, One day a pretty princess came, And kissed him...
To you whose sand has slipped at last Be sure that some think far too fast Your words, your voice, forever stilled And what is left seems loud and shrill. The world you feared while you were here Had sought your heart with oft-thrown spear I hope you’re in Elysian Fields And...
Here soft we rest beside a brook Cool fed from mountain streams To drink our well-earned respite And feed our tired dreams. Though moisture glistens on his back His breath is slower now As much as miles of trodden trails And all ahead allow. So sweet to us these moments rare When silence is...