There is a placeWhere quiet streetsAnd verdant scenesRefresh the soulAnd calm the mind. There is a placeWhere brick-laid pathsAnd cobbled streetsWere trodden smoothWith patriots’ solesThat would not know defeat. There is a placeWhere once a manStood up and said,”Give me liberty -Or give me death!” There is a placeWhere “Young Hot Colts”Met [at] night, upstairs… Continue reading At Williamsburg
Category: Poetry
There is a feeling that I like best
There is a feeling that I like best
When I come into the kitchen of my nest
And Reid is making a model
Or painting some trees or a flower
And Lance is rearranging the wires
On one of his ‘lectronic devices
To give a new gadget more power
Or maybe they’re laughing with Lucy
Or Gilligan or Elizabeth Montgomery
Or thrilling o’er one of Lassie’s adventures.
And I am making them Ovaltine
And hot oatmeal if it’s morning,
A grilled cheese sandwich or a crisp green salad
And I feel them waiting with quiet love.
© 1976 Annette L. Strang-Walley. All rights reserved. (Redlands, CA, January 1976)
Poem For My Favorite Cousin, Sally
Sally, is, as a distant mountain peak, That, though you seldom see, is, always, there. Whose wavy hair of Autumn auburn Frames the sweetest face that, one, might, ever see. Whose eyes glisten, as the stars, at Early Twilight, With playful joy, as mermaids, near the shore, at Night And, hides a charming brain with… Continue reading Poem For My Favorite Cousin, Sally