Out in our Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smell of rich soil, wet from the drenching rains, weeds yield to my gentle tug beds of shimmering color, the ...
Smell of rich soil, wet from the drenching rains, weeds yield to my gentle tug beds of shimmering color, the ...
Our prayer, the one He taught us, The Lord's Prayer, to the father given, spoken, always in love reflecting His ...
We are called to walk in a new way to be the good news, of the risen savior reflecting the ...
Suddenly, vivid bright light illuminating the thinning clouds milky sky, radiating light burning through the overcast the fog of the ...
Oh, Give God our hands, out feet, our voices, our love to be Christ, the Son, ministers to the whole ...
The sky blue, over the city the face of the three-quarter moon turned up and to the left the roundness ...
High up in the pure blue sky clear blue, without clouds the face of the half moon reflecting the light ...
At this time of year, remembering, sharing, caring for those less fortunate spending time with family Reflecting here, before advent ...
A blue sky of autumn Red maple leaves, frost on the window rust on the tractor left too long in ...
The mornings burst into my room sharing the sunrise the waking of the world the cacophony of day shining into ...
An ancient shell on their shelf a memento, a reminder of the sea of the coast glistening under the film ...
Expectantly, asking where she was She was eight, at that point, in that year my long-dead ancestor alive again in ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us, they are there forever, to recall, even if ephemerally. It ...
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
It is amazing, while I lay in bed, I had the lines roaring through my head like locusts on the ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall, Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl: Low tide lifting, on ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
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