Thomas Noel Smith
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Thomas Noel Smith Poems
The Journey Home
Why do you come for me so soon, With your somber smile And your eager eyes? I have just begun to live.
Quiet moments, In the still evening Sweet smells and tender memories Drifting on the gentle breeze
I Stood Upon a Hill
Once I stood upon a hill And looked at the town below My heart asked “Where are you bound? ” Replied my soul, “I do not know.”
The Song of the Wind
Have you heard the wind blow Through the leaves of tress That sway and bend In reverence to the wind?
Dreams Haunt the heart With night music The music of centuries lost
I Have Heard the Sounds
I have heard the haunting sounds Of human loneliness As they come to my ears in the night
Softly Have I Loved
Softly have I loved Tenderly have I spoken The sounds that cling to the air Like the fragrance of magnolias
There isn’t time enough Not for me, not for you No time in the morning To share, or glimpse one fleeting look at you
Write No More
“Write no more” she said, “For life has its own song, Its own rhyme, Found in the early morning
Simple Days of Innocence
They talked about the ice cream man And they waited just for him And from their homes fast they ran For the tinkling bells that called to them
What Tomorrow Brings
Time measured by the ticking Of the village clock The bell sounds, striking twelve And another day is over
The evening song Breathes its melody Through open windows Floating above candle flames
There Is a Land to Which I Go
There is a land to which I go Where bitter memories cannot live Memories of those that I have wronged. Will whisper words “I forgive”
This Is Not the Eden Land
This is not the Eden land This is the paradise lost
Comments about Thomas Noel Smith
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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The Journey Home
Why do you come for me so soon,
With your somber smile
And your eager eyes?
I have just begun to live.
There are those who call your name
And beg for your visit.
Why do you come so soon for me?
He bowed and tipped his hat
And we talked awhile in earnest
He asked me then to see his coach
It was long and sleek and black
He asked me to sit with him inside
And he whispered softly to me
“There is no need to fear the end.”
We rode together past familiar places
Past the schoolyards I had known
Oh, so long ago
Past the old wooden ...