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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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A Blossom In Springtime, A Leaf In The Fall
A blossom in springtime,
A leaf in the fall.
Yes, these are the treasures
I like most of all.
But though these are treasures
I so like to see.
There's nothing more precious
Than you are to me.
For nothing is softer
Than your gentle skin.
The leaves and the blossoms
Just cannot contend.
Your hair is more golden
Than any fall day.
And your cheeks are redder
Than blossoms in May.
But mainly the reason
I hold you so dear.
Your beauty is present
At all times of year.
A blossom in springtime,
A leaf in the fall.
Yes, you are the one dear
I like most of all.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Fairy's Prayer
I thank thee Lord for all you've done
In having made me so.
But please dear Lord, please set me free.
And let my spirit go.
Please take my wings and let me be
One of your cherished kind.
A human being who lives and dies
And knows and lives their mind.
I cannot love or now be loved
Or cherish love in art.
So take these wings, I yield them for
A fragile human heart.
You know I've cried a million tears
And how it pains my soul.
To only love, and yes, be loved
Has always been my goal.
So, if you Lord would be so kind,
I've done all that you ask.
Please let me die to know that love
In which your favored bask.
And give my wings to human kind
Who may not know their cost.
So they may come to you as I
In knowledge of what's lost.
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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