Phil Anderson Poems

In frozen wastelands, steep and cold
The mountaineers climb high and bold,
Rock and ice, treacherous foes
Deadly dangers that so few know.
...

Only I know, like the rivers that flow
Through the valleys and down to the sea.

From the deserts so dry, and mountains so high
...

I do now see, you cannot hear
Or speak, not able to say, it is okay,
There is no fear, I will help
As best I can, find a way
...

Parkway Manor, grand brick display,
Once filled with life, now disarray,
Within its walls, stories untold,
A rich history, never to unfold.
...