H. Rand Swansey

Rookie (Friday, March 13,1959 / Michigan USA)

Biography of H. Rand Swansey

Poetry has played an important role in my life since the age of five (forty-one years ago) , when I wrote my first poem:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Nothin' like having
A mom like you.

Hardly an epic, but it set a course.

I currently (2011) teach 3rd grade at a suburban Detroit public elementary school, where I work diligently to instill in my students an appreciation of the beauty of language and the benefits of writing various forms of poetry for both personal expression and enjoyment.

H. Rand Swansey's Works:

'combing woods on a winter day' was published in an anthology of poems.

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Fear is rain,
a promise: of no uncovered inches,
of smothered masses.
It sneaks and seeks to
consume its prey unaware,

engulfs with clammy hands.
It falls in drips and drops,
seeps into crevices once

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