Terry, a wise poet with a fresh mind that produces nice and strong works. if we go deeply through his poems we will understand lots of fresh and new meanings of the life those Terry draws them in the best way. the great poems those must be embraced with all of us here. also, there is much truth in your work dear Terry. My best wishes and regards Dear Terry. Ellias.
THOUGH the winds but stir on their hoary thrones
Of hemlock and pungent pine,
All the whispering woodland tones
Gossip of things divine, —
Why God is gray in the granite rock,
And green in the lichen flake,
And swift in the darting swallow-flock,
And slow in the lapping lake;
Why God is sweet in the hermit-thrush,
And hoarse in the frog; and why
His touch on the bee is golden plush,
And gauze on the stinging fly;
Why God is life in the mushroom there,
And death in the toadstool here;
Mirth in the dancing maidenhair;
In its hidden adder, fear.
Oh, if this berry that stains my lip
Could teach me the woodland chat,
Science would bow to my scholarship,
And Theology doff the hat.
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Clearly Terry is a poetry Messiah sent here to teach us mere mortals how to throw a poem together! Incredible, intelligent, humble rhymes of distinction. How is it that Terry O'Leary is not a household name? !