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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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The Tides Of Time
The world is made of sand and sea
Like the grains along a beach.
The waters wash each grain away
When the tides of time shall leach.
So do not fret you left no mark
When upon those grains of sand.
For no one really changes them
As they lie upon the land.
The only thing that may be said
Of your time, or you, or me;
Is that we watched each tide come in
And we did so happily.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Universe
The ship moves on without a sail
Or rudder as its guide.
The oozing mass of living things
Escaping from each side.
'The Universe' is bound for home
Without its mortal crew.
Or anything it journeyed for,
Its mission over due.
We see it as it nears it's home
With sparkling watered eyes.
It must have been a hellish thing
That happened to those guys.
As men endeavor to explore
Sometimes I question why.
It's best they never see such things
As this go passing by.
It must be Heaven's plan for us
To see before we die,
How man's pursuit of unknown things
Can often go awry.
If so, I've learned my lesson well.
Though man, I fear, has not.
What evil things were done this time?
What spectacle we've wrought!
We'll take our pictures, every one,
So they can see it all.
The tortured mass of living things.
No doubt, from Hell's spring ball.
When we're through, a braver soul
Than me will go on board.
And place a charge of fireworks
Somewhere in evil's hoard.
And then the ship, ' The Universe, '
The pride of man's great fleet;
Will turn into a flaming Hell,
A sign of man's conceit.
Then I will say a prayer to God
For all the souls on board.
'The Universe' and my own ship,
And worlds not yet explored.
When fooling with the genes of life
We'd better heed these words.
Sometimes it doesn't blend so well.
It sticks, and turns to curds.
The pictures will explain it all.
I pray they'll be revealed.
So man will cease pursuing things
That God so well concealed.
If man derives from anything
'The Universe' displayed.
Then he has one true destiny.
A Hell that he has made.
And if I'm there to see it through,
This destiny of man.
I'll hold the torch of Heaven's fire
And burn them if I can.
So let us pray that men will yield
To God this human curse.
Exemplified by what he made.
This ship, 'The Universe.'
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Whippoorwill
He comes to me each springtime now
And sings his loving song.
The memories he brings to me
Just make me sing along.
It was so many years ago
That I first heard him call.
The most blessed sound I ever heard,
A wonder to recall.
It was the year he came to me,
A love out of the blue.
He was the finest man I'd known
Who loved me oh so true.
I have no tears to shed just now.
The birdie sings so gay.
I guess I shed them long ago,
The year he passed away.
But now I hear the whippoorwill
Who sang to both of us.
And though I have no wish to cry,
Why do I make such fuss?
I guess it's just my memories,
They all come streaming back.
There are so many to recall
Sometimes I just lose track.
But here he is, the whippoorwill.
Reminding me again,
Of how it was when he loved me
As I loved him back then.
These memories are all I have.
He left so long ago.
I guess it's just the whippoorwill
Who knows I miss him so.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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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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