Okay, let me admit right off the bat that I can’t swear to the absolute truth of the title; but, I do believe it was one of his favorite rhymes, because he quoted from it in several of his speeches. The poem is ‘The Present Crisis’ by James Russell Lowell. It was published in 1844, and concerns the growing […]
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Three Marys
Apr 9
Three Marys by W A Adams Three Marys on the road going to a tomb One old one younger one in bloom Hurrying thru a world changing as they sped The dark of the first new day ‘The sun is coming’ the oldest said She carried frankincense to anoint the dead The shadows grew lighter on […]
The Faith of Our fathers
Mar 14
The Faith of Our fathers by Walter A Adams What is the faith of our fathers If we are come up from the mud Are we close kin to the dog and the rat Does our stomach compel us to blood Do we rip what we need from whoever is near And count any feeding […]
Taking My Leave
Mar 7
TAKING MY LEAVE by Walter A Adams Finish up the tale you’re telling For I’m halfway down the shore Every story has an ending Then it’s time to tell no more I can see them waiting for me Over on the other side Finish up the tale you’re telling And kindly let me by. Give me […]
Death is a Door
Jan 7
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Death is a Door by Nancy Byrd Turner Death is only an old door Set in a garden wall On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk When the thrushes call Along the lintel are green leaves Beyond the light lies still; Very willing and weary feet Go over that sill There is nothing to trouble […]
Me Heart
Jan 5
I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve,
And any sword or pistol boy can hit it with me leave,
The Question
Jan 5
The Question by Rudyard Kipling Brethren, how shall it fare with me When the war is laid aside, If it be proven that I am he For whom a world has died? If it be proven that all my good, And the greater good I will make, Were purchased me by a multitude Who suffered […]
The Myth of Arthur by G.K.Chesterton
Jan 5
And by what witchery in the western hills
A throne stands empty for a thousand years.
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