Words from a poem by Frances E.W. Harper.
BY CARL SANDBURG Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders: They
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. ITell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty
My soul shall ever bless the Lord And His great name adore, For He my humble cry hath heard, And did my soul restore. He
I’ve scribbled some poems and want to share them in their raw format. Why is it so hard to do the right thing? To lock
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and