Roger Horsch

Rookie - 210 Points (12/05/1964 / Jackson, Michigan USA)

Roger Horsch Poems

1. A Mother's Promise 3/2/2012
2. When The Weather Gets Warm 3/2/2012
3. I Miss 3/2/2012
4. I Wish 3/2/2012
5. Blessed 3/1/2012
6. Colors 3/1/2012
7. The Spirit Of God 5/9/2013
8. Surrender 5/9/2013
9. Spiritual Fruit 5/9/2013
10. Life's Changes 5/9/2013
11. Everything New 5/9/2013
12. Glory 5/9/2013
13. Understanding 5/9/2013
14. The Light Of Sight 5/9/2013
15. By Your Side 5/9/2013
16. The Love Of God 5/9/2013
17. He Walked With Him And Talked With Him 5/9/2013
18. Heaven Is In My View 5/9/2013
19. Praise 5/9/2013
20. Admiration 5/9/2013
21. Happy Mother's Day 5/9/2013
22. Seasons 5/9/2013
23. Don'T Be Left Behind 5/9/2013
24. The Simplest Of Things 5/9/2013
25. The Joy Of Salvation 5/9/2013
26. I Wonder Why 5/9/2013
27. Our Majestic King 5/9/2013
28. Loneliness 9/17/2013
29. Cross That Bridge 10/25/2013
30. Amidst The Shaded Sun 10/30/2013
31. To Gods Ears 11/5/2013
32. My Loving Angel 12/3/2013
33. Alone On Christmas Day 12/22/2013
34. Memories 1/8/2014
35. Honey, I'M Home 1/10/2014
36. Many Miles Away 3/24/2014
37. Serenity 9/1/2014
38. Rudolph And His Red Nose 12/13/2014
39. The Beams Of Our Moonlight 3/27/2014
40. Transformed 11/22/2013
Best Poem of Roger Horsch

The Little Leprechaun

There once was a little leprechaun
who was short, very tricky and green
No one could catch this leprechaun
for, he was seldom ever seen

He played a magical wooden flute
that, at times would fill the air
You could sometimes hear the music he played
even though he was not there

They say that leprechauns live in hollowed out trees
just inside the forests edge
But, we'll never know exactly where
for, that's part of their sacred pledge

To hide from every person in sight
whether they...be young or old
That's the only way to hide away
their ...

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A Glorious Gift

I looked to the sky just after the storm
So I'll tell you just what I think
I can see the oranges, reds and grays
Mixed in with the colors of pink.

I've always been amazed at the hand of God
As He created the storms in the sky
With the electrified air that smells so good
As the clouds move slowly by.

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