Other Lives.
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 –…
Tag: poems
An Elegy on Arriving Late.
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 Stallion and the Trainer.
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…