One misty, moisty, morning,When cloudy was the weather,There I met an old man,Clothed all in leather,Clothed all in leather,With a cap under his chin.How do you do?And how do you do?And how do you do again?
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A Walk Around the Block | Poem #15
The Peace of Wild Things When despair grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come… Continue reading A Walk Around the Block | Poem #15
A Poem For Today
Today Today is a gray kind of day. A let's wear jammies and not talk kind of day. A coffee for breakfast day. And one great cloud is scrolled over the sun Not caring.
A Poem for the Week’s End
There is a spot mid barren hills Where winter howls and driving rain But if the dreary tempest chills There is a light that warms again. The house is old, the trees are bare And moonless bends the misty dome But what on earth is half so dear— So longed for as the hearth… Continue reading A Poem for the Week’s End
A Poem About November
A Walk Around the Block : Poem #13
GLORY be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who… Continue reading A Walk Around the Block : Poem #13
A Walk Around the Block : Poem #10
Autumn Fires In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall! -Robert Louis Stevenson… Continue reading A Walk Around the Block : Poem #10
A Walk Around the Block : Poem #9
Sonnet XXVII Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my ind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids… Continue reading A Walk Around the Block : Poem #9
A Walk Around the Block : Poem #8
No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friend's were. Each… Continue reading A Walk Around the Block : Poem #8
A Walk Around the Block : Poem #7
Only a Dad Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the game, But glad in his heart that his own rejoice To see him come, and to hear his voice. Only a dad, with a brood… Continue reading A Walk Around the Block : Poem #7
R. J. Sheffler 