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When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
We will be what we could be. Do not say,
'It might have been, had not this, or that, or this.'
No fate can keep us from the chosen way;
He only might who is.
They leave their homes
And follow their fate
Through fields and trails
I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
All through an empty place I go,
And find her not in any room;
The candles and the lamps I light
Go down before a wind of gloom.
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail,
And a few lilies blow.
When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
I had eight birds hatched in one nest,
Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.
I nursed them up with pain and care,
Nor cost, nor labour did I spare,
Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns:
I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.
Youth is fit for war, and also fit for Venus.
Imagine an aged soldier, an elderly lover!
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,
With labored respiration, moves the wheat
From distant reaches, till the golden seas
Break in crisp whispers at my feet.
A father sees his son nearing manhood.
What shall he tell that son?
'Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.'
And this might stand him for the storms
All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:
Watch those bears
A lone gray bird,
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults
Of night and the sea
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn,
We build the house where we may rest,
And then, at moments, suddenly,
We look up to the great wide sky,
The storms that sweep down from the skies
Are nature's way to cleanse the land.
Sometimes small, sometimes large in size,
It be the will of nature's hand.
Storms can bring about
So much fear
Monsters and demons come out
Of the darkness of the imagination
I looked outside one morning as the day had just begun to see a grey sky overhead….dark clouds blotting out the sun.
Sadness seemed to blanket everything at the beginning of this day…the world seemed smaller…more confining as a storm was on its way.
He Can Still
He can still any storm
There's none too fierce for Him
see dem real Indians each one teach one ova here
fakes get exposed
shaking hands with business men of Pakistan who putting in underground EPA tanks
cause education never stop if you learn to listen
The hurricane's over we begin to awake
We go outside to look around
We see trees, leaves, water subsiding
And power lines knocked down
We are all weather by the storm in some ways or another
Such as the American Soldier he suffers in the worst of ways seeing death before his very eyes but yet he lives in the best of ways
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