| PROMISE Like stars twinkling in the heavenly night, Like the sun shining it�s warm light, Like the rainbows and their pots of gold, This promise, you and I should hold. We�ll be together through happiness and sorrow, We�ll be together for every tomorrow, And if we ever are apart, We�ll be together in our hearts. --------------------- A BREATH OF AIR I walked, when love was gone, Out of the human town, For an easy breath of air. Beyond a break in the trees, Beyond the hangdog lives Of old men, beyond girls: The tall stars held their peace. Looking in vain for lies I turned, like earth, to go. And owl�s wings hovered, bare On the moon�s hills of snow. And things were as they were. --------------------- GROWING I�m leaving now to slay the foe- Fight in battles, high and low. I�m leaving, Mother, hear me go! Please wish me luck today. I�ve grown my wings, I want to fly, Seize my victories where they lie. I�m going, Mom, but please don�t cry- Just let me find my way. I want to see and touch and hear, Though there are dangers, there are fears. I�ll smile my smiles and dry my tears- Please let me speak my say. I�m off to find my world, my dreams, Carve my niche, sew my seams, Remember, as I sail my streams- I�ll love you, all the way. ------------------ SCORN NOT THE SONNET Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of it�s just honors; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. ---------------------- TELL THE TRUTH SLANT Tell all the Truth but tell it slant- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth�s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind. --------------------- THE HOUSE ON THE HILL They are all gone away, The house is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill: They are all gone away. Nor is there one today To speak them good or ill: There is nothing more to say. Why is it then we stray Around the sunken sill? They area ll gone away. And our poor fancy play For them is wasted skill: There is nothing more to say. There is ruin and decay In the house on the hill: They are all gone away, There is nothing more to say. |