Category: Poetry Publisher: T. A. Cline
ISBN-10: 1542769655
Type: Fiction
Pages: 87
Copyright: April 2013
ISBN-13: 9781542769655
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
A eighty-seven page book of poetry and ballads. Second Edition
The Old Corner Post embraces life. Sometimes we are so busy we do not take the time to stop and reflect on our lives. Like an abandoned farm with an empty house and a rusty gate. The author takes these symbols and causes the character in the, The Old Rusty Gate, to realize he has shut people out of his life for fear of being hurt or being too busy to make close friends. On the humorous side, two friends down on the farm try to make a chicken fly with an invention to thrust the chicken into the air, throw in a small trouble making boy and a jug of old hoot and you have the hilarious Ballad of Carl and Ab and the Chicken Accelerator. The fantasy world comes alive in, Hopes Heart the Journey to Free. Have you ever seen the Lord in a Christmas tree? The author has and he explains what he sees in the poem, The Christmas Tree. The author takes you to, Moon Lit Mountain, Nights Meadow, The Evening Star The Call, and much more in The Old Corner Post.
Excerpt
Evening Star the Call
A whisper beckons as the sun begins to decline,
How oft I would go to romance the evening mist.
Lower sun, as twilight gains the sunless shine,
And the red sky wanes then blushes as if it were kissed.
I come as called by the now pink sky, lowering,
And watch as angels dust forms the evening star.
I rise up to greet the full twilight as it is surrounding,
And watch the night birds soaring near, then so far.
The sun is now gone, then twilight glimmers,
And gives way as darkness claims its realm.
While the evening star dances and shimmers,
Then gives up graciously it’s position at the helm.
I stare in awe of starlit sky without number,
And wonder in amazement at creations hand.
The evening brings peace before I slumber,
Night sounds rise in volume, hear, oh joy I stand.
The darkness is full and my time is past,
It was grand to behold, but now I sorrow.
Eventide beauty a powerful tonic, doesn’t last,
But God bless, we will do it all again tomorrow.