Ann Worndl Poems

They call him "Old Man Mountain" or
"La Roche Bonhomme", whichever you prefer.
Lying still, supine, oblivious of wind and rain,
ever sleeping, free of pain.
...

Lord take my hand
and let them understand
why I must die.
Teach them excellence
...

Wealth isn't mine to share with you,
nor would you want my gold
to buy the earthly things.
But let me give you something given me
...