Gary Bryson


Gary Bryson Poems

1. Sunset 3/7/2006
2. What Is The Meaning Of 'Is' 3/8/2006
3. I Collect My Thoughts 3/14/2006
4. I Am A Tree 3/22/2006
5. No Shadows Cast Ye Little Stars 3/29/2006
6. The Dark Ages 3/31/2006
7. Japanese Beetles 4/10/2006
8. Sonnet From A Deaf Admirer 3/29/2006
9. O Love Their Sits A Lion In The Gate 5/3/2006
10. What Quest Do You Make 3/20/2006
11. For Respect 3/7/2006
12. His Smile Came Easy 3/7/2006
13. Mayapples 3/6/2006
14. My Hometown 3/21/2006
15. Martins 3/27/2006
16. The Poems That She Read 3/6/2006
17. Snow Dance 4/10/2006
18. The Hawk (Haiku) 4/21/2006
19. Boys Growing Up In The 1950’s 3/8/2006
20. Ants 3/6/2006
21. (new Haiku) 3/16/2006
22. Carpe Diem 3/13/2006
23. Find Rest My Soul In Lyric’s Chime 3/6/2006
24. *saul, Saul 3/7/2006
25. Antartica 3/22/2006
26. *'Ego Eimi' 3/24/2006
27. A Winter Walk 3/20/2006
28. *lord, Lord, I Cannot See 4/12/2006
29. Across The Garden Wall 3/24/2006
30. Death Of A Duck 4/12/2006
31. (haiku) 3/10/2006
32. Forgotten Paths Of Yore 3/7/2006
33. A Riddle 3/20/2006
34. *the Essence Of God 3/20/2006
35. *a Ship Called Foolish Fate 3/6/2006
36. Cause There Be Tigers Lurking There 3/24/2006
37. A Young Mother Waits Lonely 3/7/2006
38. *one Breath Against The Wind 3/6/2006
39. *sodom And Gomorrah 3/21/2006
40. Dandelion Sky 3/24/2006
Best Poem of Gary Bryson

*a Shepherd My Lord Will Be

A shepherd my Lord will be unto me,
A shepherd when I go astray.
His Word my guide, His Will to see,
I’m a sheep who has lost its way.

In folly I have forgotten my path,
In folly I’ve lost my way home.
Yet His voice I hear calling out to me,
Calling me back whenever I roam.

His tender guidance steers my ways
His tender love reprimands,
But a sheep in his flock I will always stay,
Though I err I will heed His commands.

7/6/05

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The Poems That She Read

I recall the poems,
That my mother read,
The ones she recited,
As she put me to bed.
Each stanza, each verse,
Is engraved in my mind;
Transporting me back,
Through the years in time.
I remember the softness,

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