Sons and Fathers (Poetry) - 11/17/2012 2:56:27 PM
Which way shall I take the course to my reader’s hearts,
What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
Sons and Fathers (Poetry) - 8/4/2007 7:32:40 PM
I stopped for a chance to read your poetry and was not disaapointed. You have a lot to say and a rhythm that provides your words to sink in.
Thank you!
Susan
