Ann Beard Poems
|41.||The Ties That Bind||3/9/2008|
|44.||The Green Hills Of Drury||10/15/2007|
|46.||Love Gone Love Gone.||1/6/2009|
|47.||Degree Of Fear||3/15/2008|
|49.||Two Way Profound.||2/2/2009|
|50.||A Jacaranda Tree.||1/6/2008|
|51.||The Winds Of Borrowed Time||7/6/2007|
|52.||Two Shades Of Green||2/25/2009|
|53.||I Never Saw Her Cry.||7/30/2007|
|56.||Between Walls Of Pale Lilac.||3/4/2008|
|58.||As I Used To Be.||3/30/2008|
|59.||A Lady With Cake.||12/14/2008|
|60.||A Letter To My Dad||8/10/2007|
Comments about Ann Beard
“I would like to help”, little more than a whisper,
misty brown eyes turned to stare where I stood.
“I would like to try” the words came out crisper,
resolve filling all of the places it could.
I had watched him struggle to rise from a chair,
had felt the frustration that threatened his calm.
Firmly bracing myself to take on his glare
“I needed to come and I wish you no harm”.
Falling back in the chair his face turning ashen
his body was shrunken to quite half its size.
The illness had robbed him of life’s very passion,
apart from the last spark of ...
Our world forever changes every second every day.
Nothing halts the pass of time; old age will have its way.
each mighty cliff or ancient tree will suffer the same fate
life seems just an experiment, a transitory state.
The planet earth its fertile soil, the mysteries of heaven,
all forever changing in more ways known to man.
From the wonder of first breath to surrender of the last,
Time becomes the enemy devours all moments past.