Walterrean Salley Poems

The countless bridges
Along life's way,
Remind of the obstacles
Encountered each day.
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Poetry is an alabaster box,
Full of fragrance—
Scented to the poet’s taste
And the reader’s delight.
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Dear Lord,
For the treasured
Gift that You have given
Me—the precious gift of “life, ” I
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Football is a contact sport;
In short—a “rough” game.
It may leave you dancing,
Or it could leave you lame.
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There was a sleepy head, you see
She was as sleepy as could be
When at night she didn’t rest,
Daytime put her to the test.
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There was a mosquito the other day
That buzzed as he went along the way.
He stung me on a whim.
I jumped and swat at him,
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The human spirit,
Deemed frail,
Often proves
As tough as nails.
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You are your health, and your health is you.
How far you can go, how much you can do
Depends on how well you take care of you
The thought of good health, you have no clue.
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From the
Hungry, to the
Giddy, to the grieved and
The distraught—facial expressions
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