Classic poem of the day
Grow, my song, like a tree,
As thou hast ever grown,
Since first, a wondering child,
Long since, I cherished thee.
It was at break of day,
Well I remember it,--
The first note that I heard,
A magical undertone,
Sweeter than any bird
--Or so it seemed to me--
And my tears ran wild.
This tale, this tale is true.
The light was growing gray;
And the rhymes ran so sweet
(For I was only a child)
That I knelt dow......
Member poem of the day
drifting home
with the autumn leaves
colored into the earth
a spirit dream
as you walk along the lawn
all covered in leaves
this spot where
you stand, molded
like a statue
and chiseled deep
into the earth
my spirit lay
beneath the autumn wind
inside a blanket
of all your colors
thoughts like a net
woven into the fabric of the wind
to capture what little impulse
there is to escape...
