Ann Beard Poems
|43.||The Green Hills Of Drury||10/15/2007|
|45.||Love Gone Love Gone.||1/6/2009|
|46.||Degree Of Fear||3/15/2008|
|48.||Two Way Profound.||2/2/2009|
|49.||The Winds Of Borrowed Time||7/6/2007|
|50.||Two Shades Of Green||2/25/2009|
|51.||I Never Saw Her Cry.||7/30/2007|
|53.||A Jacaranda Tree.||1/6/2008|
|55.||Between Walls Of Pale Lilac.||3/4/2008|
|56.||As I Used To Be.||3/30/2008|
|57.||A Lady With Cake.||12/14/2008|
|60.||A Letter To My Dad||8/10/2007|
A Letter To My Dad
If I could write a letter to my Dad.
I’d ask him, are you watching over me?
Seeing through my eyes the life, I’ve had.
Translating all the worldly sights, I see.
If I could put a question to my Dad
I’d ask him are you always at my side
The centre of my soul is very sad
Starting from the day they said you died.
If I could put my arms around my Dad
I’d ask him how to bare the wrath of men
Who, acting in the name of a religion,
kill without regret and feed on mayhem.
If I could just but walk beside my Dad
I’d ask him, was it hard to leave ...
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.