Andrew Benton Poems

Your love for me
is treasure dear,
my darling Clementine.
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I often wonder as I walk
o’er this terrestrial ball,
and through my tribulation vast
I struggle to recall-
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A river ran ‘round a mountain,
and boasted to the sky:
“My burden’s heavy everyday
and yet I don’t run dry.”
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The holy light our Master brings
Has graced my humble way—
The seaside cliffs and fearful swell
From which I dare not stray.
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Beneath the noble words of King
Which struck on such a chord,
Lies an inward, untold truth—
A need of hope implored.
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They will be watching
When you are at your best.

They will be with you
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Perhaps the greatness of the mind
is found within the many ways
we interact among our peers
during our finite flow of days.
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‘Ere sleep, the poet consumes the man
and takes as his captive, sacred trust,
of mind’s connection with long leaden hands—
and fevered minds consumed with lust—
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A slight boy wandered with glassy eye
beneath the alabaster sky,
and cried for joy at being free from
evil thoughts of man,
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If all trespasses on forsaken roads,
ere dawn breaks over crimson-stained, dark skies,
and all verities to shallow abodes
man’s death knolling thought still fails to supply—
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