Posts from This Journal by “poetry” Tag

  • Poem: Sonnet 94

    They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved,…

  • a thing by me: To the Author

    Dearest, you must remember: Even fields grow tired. If the mighty earth itself must rest, How much more must you? Season after season of corn (on…

  • Poem: Lachrimae Amantis

    What is there in my heart that you should sue so fiercely for its love? What kind of care brings you as though a stranger to my door through the long…

The vid of Scottish song from We were soldiers is haunting. Great memorial Day post.
Easy to forget that it's not just an excuse to take a long weekend and do some backyard barbecuing.