For only about a week, the poet lived at a house in a neighborhood in Mississippi, described elsewhere in the poem “A Summer Night in Jackson.” …
For only about a week, the poet lived at a house in a neighborhood in Mississippi, described elsewhere in the poem “A Summer Night in Jackson”…
A hundred years ago I lived In the sunny light of day As carpenter and woods worker I strove to make my way…
The childish nature of one’s soul embodies our lives as youth-to-adult journeys/experiences form our very essence within society. Seek wisdom and dominance yet never exempt joy or peace from one’s being.
Today I will spend time with my good friend Someone who knows I mean none aught but good To whom I never need myself defend By whom I am easily understood…
The flowers poked up heads to check it out Small animals were seen to run about One or two birds even began to sing That laughter seemed to perk up everything…
u wouldn’t no angels walkin down town streets you wouldn’t c m watchin thru the sunlight on yr ceilins…
Some folks think that love is for fairy tale heroes And sailors that stop at each port on the sea But we’re bettin’ love is for every day people The best things in life don’t come free…
You fertilize the earth and give life to possibilities. You are a landscape of magnificent mountains and rivers. You are a creation of fascination and a fascinating creation.
