The Garden Finite (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
While we may not know the limits the garden finite, with boundaries our world precious, unique given into our trembling ...
While we may not know the limits the garden finite, with boundaries our world precious, unique given into our trembling ...
Man created placed into creation from the dust of the earth breath of God giving us life Not at the ...
The world, the web of life all of us connected consequences for our choices impacting the earth Our footsteps falling ...
Caretakers, stewards workers of the master placed in the garden created by his hands Our time here limited but for ...
Forgetting our place to tend and to nurture the garden of the earth given into our hands Taking for granted ...
In his loving hands bending down and gathering forming man from the dust of the earth given life, animation, by ...
Dry in the forest before the first snowfall the leaves of autumn heavy on the ground The barrenness of November ...
Made in the image of the creator inherent dignity for each person loved into creation each made by the hand ...
In our prayers, in stopping to give thanks certain to honor God, to whom we are thankful from whom all ...
The words of our forefathers, at the first Thanksgiving at the beginning of our nation in the midst of civil ...
Laughing, we ran on the hot sand The damp beach under our feet The glistening ocean before us The girl ...
A national day of prayer, duly designated, sanctioned to pray for our country, our blessings for our leaders, in these ...
He numbers our days before we are born A question of how, of how the Creator could number our days ...
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
One day, little Albert Ramsbottom To see 'ow much money 'e'd got Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers' mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons ...
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Her properties, like her of course & frisky & new: a stale cake sold to kids, a 7-foot weed inside ...
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in, degraded Henry, at the ebb of loveâ?" O at the end of ...
Love her he doesn't but the thought he puts into that young woman would launch a national product complete with ...
Seedy Henry rose up shy in de world & shaved & swung his barbells, duded Henry up and p.a.'d poor ...
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
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