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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Laid To Rest
My daughter took her very first
as my lover took her last.
The sorrow of the blooms of spring
is they come and go so fast.
I took the only thing she wore
and I put it in its case.
A flower blooms and dies once more
in this tomb it has its place.
For soon enough a girl will bloom
and she'll open it with care.
To find my flower laid to rest
with her treasured gift still there.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Place Beside A River
There's a place beside a river
That you might know as well.
On the banks we call contentment
Near the place where lovers dwell.
It's not so far from Heaven.
Though it's not quite that, you see.
There must be a place for lonely
And their dreams that used to be.
It's a place to leave our sorrow.
And a place to not regret.
A place that gives us pleasure
In our sadness even yet.
Though our memories often linger
And our dreams may come and go,
The place beside the river
Is a place that we should know.
So, if by chance, you see me there
In a memory or a dream.
You'll know I've found contentment
In the water of the stream.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Thing Called Hope
In all worthwhile endeavors,
No matter size or scope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
It all depends on caring.
Those willing to take part.
Hope, to be sustained at all;
Requires a beating heart.
Each heart that God created,
Has value each in turn.
When called upon to voice it,
Don't shrink from your concern.
Its in those special moments,
When life gives you a choice;
You'll either sit in silence,
Or stand and lend your voice.
It's with the inspiration
Derived from what you do.
Others may participate
And make your dream come true.
If you need inspiration
To act on your concern,
Just take note of your children,
And how they come to learn.
They look to you for guidance,
To see what they should do.
How to be a citizen.
Concerned, what do they do?
It's now your time for choosing;
Don't sit, and cry, and mope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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My Ship Set Sail This Day
Alas, my love, what heart felt phrase
Could my sad verse express;
That might well serve to satisfy
This pain I now possess?
What parting song would set the mood?
What poet's words ring true?
What signal of a friendship death
Was missed by me, from you?
Perhaps it was the spread of time,
The spectrum strains of life.
It's not enough to charge it to
The duties of a wife.
Yes, friends will always make the time.
A minute, one or two.
To certify their just regard
And care, so it comes through.
The choices of the time we spend,
Sometimes, a just mistake.
But darling, oh my darling dear;
These ones for Heaven's sake.
Now let me see, it's laundry time.
My friend, of many years.
Now let me think, the ironing board.
My friend, consumed by fears.
The question that I have for you,
Was did I cross your mind?
And if I did, it's oh so sad.
And worse, it's so unkind.
That's why these fated words I write
To one I've loved so true,
Have forced me to accept the fact
You don't feel as I do.
You may not understand at first
Why I must say good-bye.
It's not as though the love I've felt
Has turned into a lie.
It's just that for the love I give
Expressed by my concern;
The consequence I do require,
Is notice in return.
The fact you do not notice me,
Or so it now appears;
Means you're prepared to let my ship
Sail on this sea of tears.
I did not set to sail by choice
Upon this solemn sea.
Your note revealed these hidden words,
'Please go away from me.'
I tried my best these many years,
Though futile it now seems.
Perhaps, a friendship void of truth,
Sealed up in phantom dreams.
With that, our friendship dies of age.
Adieu, my phantom friend.
Who knows when friendships go astray,
Or why they reach their end?
As it may take a little time
For me to drift away;
I write this just so you will know,
My Ship Set Sail This Day.
No tide of tears can bring it back
When such gale winds are blown.
It seeks love harbors yet unseen,
And friendship lands unknown.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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