Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Alison Cassidy Poems

1. ! ! ! The Dead Leaf 12/20/2009
2. ! ! ! Trading On E-Bay 1/16/2010
3. ! ! A Graceful Octogenarian 1/20/2009
4. ! ! A Guilty Secret 11/9/2009
5. ! ! A Practical Kind Of Loving 7/8/2009
6. ! ! Aging With Grace? 11/29/2009
7. ! ! Alan's Alzheimers 7/17/2009
8. ! ! All Cheeks 4/11/2009
9. ! ! Dancing With Dylan 8/10/2009
10. ! ! Dirt Under The Fingernails 9/15/2009
11. ! ! Hand-Fed 12/31/2009
12. ! ! It's The Tattered End Of Autumn 5/21/2009
13. ! ! Just Gus 7/2/2009
14. ! ! Mother's Last Mothers Day 5/9/2009
15. ! ! Poe-Tree 9/13/2008
16. ! ! Roadworker With Sign 12/27/2009
17. ! ! St Andrews Market 10/3/2009
18. ! ! The Empty Nest 9/26/2009
19. ! ! Tiny Fingers 10/12/2009
20. ! ! Two Galahs 7/26/2009
21. 3.00am 4/8/2007
22. A Birthday Night Out 7/28/2007
23. A Birthday Poem For Keppel 9/1/2006
24. A Bit Of A Fizzer 3/6/2009
25. A Blue Of Little Brain 10/12/2007
26. A Bump Under The Doona 10/2/2008
27. A Doggie Miracle - Thanks George 11/10/2007
28. A Happy Birthday Sonnet For Jerry 1/3/2008
29. A Last Farewell 7/15/2006
30. A Little Glitch? 2/4/2007
31. A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning 1/23/2008
32. A Morning Melody 8/10/2006
33. A Morning Poem 7/13/2007
34. A Night With Nyman 8/2/2009
35. A Nonsense Poem - A Villanelle 5/4/2008
36. A Peaceful Death - Kedvelt Kutya 1/1/2008
37. A Pocketful Of Sympathy 1/1/2007
38. A Question Of Trust? * 11/14/2006
39. A Slow Day 4/27/2008
40. A Son Is Born 11/15/2008
Best Poem of Alison Cassidy

Wild Geese By Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world ...

Read the full of Wild Geese By Mary Oliver

The Old Grey Mare*

She was resourceful, my mother,
she'd been an old grey mare* after all
during the second world war.
'You'd need a face like horse '
she used to say,
'not to find someone.'

After the war, when the magpies dived
during the Spring, she found

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