Freedom Worn down faces and desolate places Bring to mind a troubled faith. But distant traces and empty embraces “Makes great your reward”, He saith. A faith tried and a false pride Turn the stomachs of most. But to divide and set aside Is now today’s guest and host. Proclaiming truth and being sleuth Is a past…
Category: Poems of Interest
Poem: It Can Be Done
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done, But he, with a chuckle replied That maybe it couldn’t, but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. So he buckled right in, with a trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the…