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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Sandy
Sandy found a boy to love ,
The captain of the team .
Her mother said she didn't like
The boy she thought a dream .
Sandy found a dress to wear
To her Junior-Senior Prom .
Her mother said she hated it .
Yes , that was Sandy's mom .
Sandy wore it anyway .
The boys thought she was cool .
Her mother said how she behaved
Made any girl a fool .
Sandy stayed out all night long .
Her mom paced to and fro .
Where her daughter was that night
No one would ever know .
Sandy saw the light of day .
How did the party end ?
And where was he , the boy she loved
And took for her best friend ?
Sandy found she was alone .
Her love had gone away .
Now she knew it mattered ,
What her mom had to say .
Sandy had a daughter and
She loved her oh so true !
Then her daughter fell in love .
Was nothing really new ?
Sandy waited half the night .
She cried , as you may know .
Then her daughter came back home
And giggled at her flow .
Sandy wiped her tears away ,
And smiled a little too ;
Thankful for her daughter's fate
At finding love so true .
Yes , Sandy found a boy to love .
The captain of the team .
The one that brought her daughter home .
The one , she thought a dream .
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 Roundtable Tale
Arthur didn't see it ,
His back was to the sky .
They looked to the Heavens ,
Expecting then to die .
Arthur heard the shuffle ,
Looked up and turned around .
By the time he saw it ,
The spaceship hit the ground .
Gigantic can't describe
The ship's great size and scope .
Crashing there before them ,
They surely had no hope .
Force applied at impact
Was equal to a quake .
This was it, they figured .
They ducked down in its wake .
Suddenly , they saw them
Just flashing through the sky .
Four and twenty dragons .
Oh boy , how they could fly !
Then they felt a grasping .
How dragon claws can bend !
Following soon after ,
They felt the forceful wind .
They were their salvation ,
And carried them away
From the flames and wreckage
The spaceship brought that day .
Merlin and King Arthur ,
Two knights and twenty more
Gathered round a table
A tale not told before .
This one of the dragons
Heeding ole Merlin's call .
Saving them from spaceships
Whenever they might fall .
Yes , a tale remembered .
One told for many years .
One often forgotten
But true , it now appears .
You might have a question ,
The modern ones like you .
What becomes of spaceships
That fall out of the blue ?
Not as complicated ,
Though some might think it so .
Eating little bodies
Are dragon things , you know .
As for all the hardware .
They flew all that away .
The dragons dropped it all
Into Loch Ness , they say .
But if you still may doubt
The tale that I have told ,
Go and see the marker
That Arthur made so bold .
Marking where the dragons
Plucked Arthur up that day .
Where they grabbed ole Merlin
And flew him quick away .
Now you know the story ,
One unknown answered here .
Stonehenge is the marker
That Arthur made that year .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Simple Plea
Now on the shore I stand by thee
As we stare lonely out to sea .
We know ourselves , or say we do ,
Though time has said we never knew .
We cannot speak and say so much ,
We dare not cry , yet long to touch .
And though we stare , we cannot see .
Time and memories block the sea .
We hold ourselves , it's not the same .
The wind is colder since we came .
We turn our heads as though to speak ,
But pride is strong and words are weak .
Now we strain for a simple plea ;
'No matter what , I still love thee .'
GREENWOLFE 1962
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