jim foulk (july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)
Poems of jim foulk
|1.||A letter to My Dad||12/15/2006|
|2.||A Letter to My Daughter Christine||12/16/2006|
|3.||A Message To Your Heart||12/20/2006|
|4.||A Moment in Time||4/4/2007|
|5.||A name so sweet||12/17/2006|
|6.||A Poet in His Own Time||4/11/2007|
|7.||Always someone worse||12/31/2006|
|10.||Back home in iowa||12/14/2006|
|11.||Baseball cards so many||12/17/2006|
|12.||Beautiful Birds Of Peace||4/28/2007|
|13.||Birds of Spring||4/3/2007|
|14.||Blizzard of 2006||12/20/2006|
|16.||Blue Roses Just For You||1/12/2007|
|17.||Bobbie Jo's Shoes||4/9/2007|
|18.||Brandon: Our Love Dog||2/15/2007|
|19.||Buried Between two Trees||12/14/2006|
|20.||Busy in His Ways||4/9/2007|
Poems are part of me
Poems are part of me, until
I become part of them.
I have to write, what I hear, see and feel.
When poems are written, the world shall stop
and listen to what was said,
as a poet, I hope it's not a flop.
When ever I die, the poem will live on,
always read, always praised,
long after I'm gone.