Michael Morris


Forebears - Poem by Michael Morris

In morning's early hours
When books pall
And reverie drifts in,
I think, at times,
Of my forebears.
My parent's parent's parents.
Did they think of me?

Through Time's tunnel
We sanctify their world.
A Golden Age
Of Truth and Honour
And homely pleasures.
Will our grandchildren's grandchildren
So beatify us?


Comments about Forebears by Michael Morris

  • Rookie Bill Mitton (1/9/2006 11:43:00 AM)

    Mícheáleen this is bloody great. This is the man who said he could only write in rhyme! the metre's good the phrasing is great, this my friend is a poem! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Joseph Daly (1/5/2006 4:17:00 AM)

    This is great Michael. It works as a meditation on today's dominant values (or lack of them) very well. I particularly like the lines My parent's parent's parents/
    Did they think of me? It illustrates, well, a forwa\rd thinking, that was taken for granted at one time (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 200 Points Ernestine Northover (1/4/2006 12:25:00 PM)

    Who knows Michael, but one would like to think so. But times are changing fast, and the young don't hanker after the 'old times', or any of the 'old items of life'. Still hope springs eternal. Nice write. love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 4, 2006



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