Rudyard Kipling And My Son

My Son

“If you can fill the unforgiving minute / With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, / Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, / And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!”

Rudyard Kipling

The Poet’s Tree


Giggling, laughing

  Fun to be

Underneath the

Poet’s tree

Cynthia L. Baker

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Gaining Wisdom- Elie Wiesel And I ~


“The more we know,
the more pain we have.
But because we are human beings,
this must be.
Otherwise we become objects rather than subjects.”

Elie Wiesel

Tennyson And I~



 “The quiet sense of something lost”



Poet Alfred Tennyson



You Are My Art~


photos from camera 402 (193047)


By way of the pen lightly
Sketching the words
Engraving them onto a
Silently sensing
Vowel and verb
you are my art

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Here We Go Again~

another storm

You’ll have to pardon
me if the last storm
Didn’t catch me by surprise
It seems to be common here:
Without notice, or warning
Just out of know where –
those damn
blue, then Green
clouds in my horizon
A magnificent show
You know, tossing forth
From one cloud pillow to the next
Bursting towards
Edward Munch for real
victim and innocence, no meaning
In one steady sweep
Just another storm
Coming down
from the North, of course, of course

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Simplicityof a rose

Baby It’s Cold Outside

“It is the life of the crystal,
the architect of the flake,
the fire of the frost,
the soul of the sunbeam.
This crisp winter air is full of it.”

John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”

English: American naturalist and essayist John...