R. K. Hart
R. K. Hart Poems
A Fathers Words To His Child.
Children are the gentle breezes for which parents plea.
They come they play around us then they flee.
We would hold them to our breast,
Protecting against all of life's dreadful tests.
You teach and doggedly hold.
But the day must come when they break from the mold.
With resounding break of a parental heart.
They step away, a life of their own to start.
I watched a beautiful young woman as she stepped the isle.
With maids surrounding she flashes her parents a comforting smile.
Where is the tomboy, who bowled the boys out?
And where is our back yards ...
You And I Entwined
Sun will shed it's light on the day,
Casting shadows on its way.
But it must set as told by the hour,
Enter the moons romance shower.
The flowering Gum for a moment displays,
Then fades and dies like summer days.
Like the sweetness of loves first kiss
Sadly fading one of life's cruel twists.