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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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The Girl Who Didn't Mind
Her grip was firm, her muscles taut,
As she held onto the chain.
I tried to look the other way,
As I stood in the lane.
But I was mesmerized instead,
By her every swing and sway.
I still recall the way she looked,
That sweet, bright summer's day.
She must have thought she was alone,
Though I really didn't know.
Sometimes girls just like to,
As they say, put on a show.
Her hair flew back and trailed behind,
Then curled around her face.
She didn't seem to mind at all,
It settled every place.
They dangled up and dangled down,
As she rocked them to and fro.
I guess she really didn't mind,
How much her legs would show.
She wore a yellow dress with lace,
But I really didn't care.
I was just a boy back then,
So lucky to be there.
Her dress blew up her slender back
To reveal her every charm.
I guess I shouldn't then have looked,
But I thought, what's the harm?
She sang a gentle song of joy,
As girls will sometimes do;
When they are lost in dreams of love,
Of boys they never knew.
I looked again to see what more
She might reveal this time.
The swing came back and once again,
I guess it was a crime.
I smiled, and then I turned away,
Though I might have looked some more;
For I had seen them all that day,
The charms young boys adore.
I went to see her one more time,
Was just the other day.
It was good to notice once again,
Her beauty on display.
I just went by to give my thanks
For her gift of all her charms.
And then I gently placed a rose
Across her folded arms.
I still don't know just why she did,
She really must have known.
Perhaps it was her private game,
Pretending she's alone.
However strange it came to be,
She knew what not to wear.
I guess she may have hoped some boy
Might just be standing there.
But even if she didn't know,
I thought it oh so kind;
For her to be just as she was,
The girl, who didn't mind.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Girl With Wondrous Glow
I found her there in springtime .
A wondrous time , you know .
My love in all her gloried form
With such a wondrous glow .
She had no special treasures
That other girls possess .
But she was always doing things
I valued none the less .
She always held me firmly ,
But gently in her arms .
I never felt she knew how much
I valued all her charms .
She spoke in tender whispers .
A vocal tone so sweet .
She told me all the things she loved ,
The things I won't repeat .
Though just a country bumpkin ,
She wasn't dumb at all .
I thought she would have done quite well
At any prom or ball .
I would have had her join me ,
But never got the chance .
She died in autumn , late that year ;
Before our Christmas dance .
She lives again each springtime .
That's when she blooms , you know .
I see her in the flowers .
The Girl With Wondrous Glow .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Rough Hewn Face Of God
There's nothing like a camping fire
To warm your heart each day .
And make a man feel right at home ,
Though it's so far away .
There's nothing like a forest glen
Just at the break of dawn .
To give a man a little hope
Whenever it seems gone .
There's nothing like a mountain stream
As glistening waters flow .
To help a man remember things
Forgotten , long ago .
There's nothing like a quiet lake
To help you find relief ;
When having lost a special friend ,
You're overcome with grief .
There's one more thing that's on my list
Of things men can misplace ,
And often find out in the woods
Placed there by Heaven's grace .
It's what men might see anywhere ,
And that's what's oh so odd .
They seem to see it only there ,
The Rough Hewn Face Of God .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Star
The city lights are shining .
And though I'm far away ,
It won't be too much longer
Till I'm in their array .
I've paid my dues to join them .
And now I have a place
Reserved among the starlets
Who yearn to see my face .
I've dreamed of this forever,
Enduring sleepless nights .
And wished the stars of Heaven ,
Would all be guiding lights .
If I had come in daytime ,
The sun might block their view .
That's why I come in nighttime ,
So they might see me too .
I surely love the nighttime .
The dark I've never feared .
You should have heard the shouting
The night I first appeared .
Yes , I see them clearly now ,
They're looking out to see .
I'm the one they're waiting for .
I guess they've heard of me .
Well , now I'm here before them .
They kneel before my face .
The time has come to judge them ,
This sinful human race .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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