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.||A Jacaranda Tree.||1/6/2008|
|50.||The Winds Of Borrowed Time||7/6/2007|
|51.||Two Shades Of Green||2/25/2009|
|52.||I Never Saw Her Cry.||7/30/2007|
|55.||Between Walls Of Pale Lilac.||3/4/2008|
|57.||As I Used To Be.||3/30/2008|
|58.||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 ...
A Jacaranda Tree.
A Jacaranda tree stands tall, and sways as if to say,
Look! At this magnificence, I’m wearing blue today.
forgive the way I shout aloud, my lack of modesty,
but nowhere in this troubled world is finery like me.
Light rays slide between each leaf, to settle on the tips
to lightly kiss your face with a hundred million tiny lips.
You only have to lift your eyes to greet the filtered sun
a sight I guarantee will warm the heart of everyone.