Holding Onto Our Treasures (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We must be mindful as stewards of the earth not just to subdue it but to treasure its worth the ...
We must be mindful as stewards of the earth not just to subdue it but to treasure its worth the ...
A smile coming on their face a stranger remembering a time, a place something that catches their eye a special ...
Far more than the treasure the income we receive opening our hearts so much more is the connection between you ...
Maybe, in this modern age, the best way to think of the journey to the Christ child the season of ...
Pray now, offers are unlimited so ended the sermon, as it had begun, sharing thoughts on the offering of God ...
Boxes, and boxes, of beads little compartments, separated by color, by size, the charms in one, the tiger's eye another ...
For some it was depression glass, others emerald, or Tiffany's But for her it was the rich, dark shimmering deep ...
Black, black buckles like grates on the front of a pot-bellied stove Clumpy black buckle boots worn over shoes by ...
What must she have thought, when she reached into my jeans pocket before laundry and found a muskrat paw I ...
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south ...
The women-folk are like to books,-- Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
A Citizen of mighty Pelf, But much a Blockhead, in himself Disdain'd a Man of shining Parts, Master of Sciences ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems -- a Tale -- I Brooch and Earrings for Myself, Do sow, and ...
The sun was black with judgment, and the moon Blood: but between I saw a man stand, saying: 'To me ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, Hears thee, by cruel men and impious, call'd Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
When Cupid held an auction sale, I hastened to his mart, For I had heard that he would sell The ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
A' THE lads o' Thorniebank, When they gae to the shore o' Bucky, They'll step in an' tak a pint ...
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