Was it an apple? Perhaps. A pear? Or a banana? No. Something more perfect. More desirable. Not tasted since. “The tree was good for food
Tag: Poetry
Bury Me In A Free Land
Words from a poem by Frances E.W. Harper.
Chicago
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
A Psalm of Life
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
Never Depart
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
Unpolished Poems
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
The Egydyus Flombosi Collection 