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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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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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The Time You Held Me Near
Last night it came in segments,
A triplet wonder chain.
Three stories of our meeting
And talking once again.
The first, involved a lesson
That you might give to me.
On how to play it better;
A tennis match, you see.
The second, was of pulling
A thorn out of your arm.
You didn't scream or holler,
Consistent with your charm.
The third, more complicated.
A story of a loss.
You came to me for comfort,
A tale I might emboss.
It seemed the home you cherished
Was all but falling down.
You said you had to leave it,
And might move out of town.
I put my arm around you.
It seemed to be so real.
I know how losing something
Is hurt you can't conceal.
We walked together slowly,
And closely hand in hand.
For holding you so gently;
Is love, you understand.
We talked in gentle whispers
So close the words were clear.
I can't recall I ever
Had held you oh so near.
You seemed to want to be there.
You didn't pull away.
It struck me, you responding
And wanting me this way.
Twas then I knew the answer,
The source of every tear.
The pain that comes from knowing
You never held me near.
But this was what I live for,
A pleasant dream of you.
It doesn't happen often,
So this is what I'll do.
I'll take my pen and write it,
So it won't disappear.
This dream I dearly cherish,
The Time You Held Me Near.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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