Returning Home (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A start of a new year, After the distance, the falling away Of the summer days, together again Singing, praying, ...
A start of a new year, After the distance, the falling away Of the summer days, together again Singing, praying, ...
She was running this morning early Sunday morning while we drove by on the way to church black top, black ...
Bright, young faces sitting on the steps, in the chancel drinking in the words of the pastor hearing of the ...
New sunlight first rays in the morning cutting over the tree line down through the woods into the yard Catching ...
A cold gray afternoon cocooned indoors, watching the scene change outside, in the colors, the feel, the mood morphing day, ...
Down by the river, we played, dreamed, explored alone and together, bikes left by the rock piles, Climbing, hiking, claiming ...
Without walls, just the tent the place of the meeting for the people where God lived before the Temple before ...
How do you capture living, changing color the shades of sunset, across the dome, the panorama, the full circle catching ...
We had another day of Christmas more family time, more presents, another big meal, another house full of squeals for ...
a shriveled, curled leaf fluttered toward the ground as I stood, still, watching its path gliding, curling through the December ...
A family of five with three balls, and stomachs still full of turkey, of pancakes, and sausage ran and played ...
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
Wet red blooms catching the sunlight drinking in the color, overwhelm the senses rich smooth velvety red crimson flowers bursting ...
Driving home, October noontime a hawk to my left, above the tree line, catching the thermals off the highway It ...
A break in the heat away from the front no thunder, no lightning, just rain, warm rain falling near dusk ...
I couldn't see whether they were for a boy or a girl never had that chance all I saw was ...
A glint of gossamer Single strand, Bowed in the wind Tethered to branch and bench Undulating, snapping Refracting when still ...
The violin sang over the hum, the rumble the guitars by her side They held the rhythm oh, but she ...
Miss Erica is right looking at the handiwork of the spinster on the loom rich clear lines of silk spun ...
No one's timetable governed our steps up with the first light long before the sun rose over the slate blue ...
In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon, Catching the lilt of every easy tune; But when the day ...
I gained it so -- By Climbing slow -- By Catching at the Twigs that grow Between the Bliss -- ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
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