R. K. Hart
R. K. Hart Poems
|81.||I Met A Man.||8/25/2012|
|82.||Let Go And Let God.||8/6/2013|
|83.||Wise Men Say.||8/4/2012|
|84.||The Adventures Of Maddie The Mouse…dancing Fleas And Beautiful Smelling Cheese||12/9/2013|
|85.||My Love Flies.||7/29/2015|
|86.||Who Can Find Her.||3/1/2014|
|87.||Bugles Last Post.||5/15/2015|
|88.||Strengh In Sorrow [mary]||8/21/2012|
|91.||Prayer On The Valley Road||9/10/2012|
|93.||He Rides The Dog Fence.||1/22/2013|
|94.||Heavens Rewarding Crowns||10/15/2013|
|96.||She Is My Home||10/12/2012|
|100.||Lovers And Loving||7/26/2013|
|101.||A Fathers Words To His Child.||9/13/2012|
A Fathers Words To His Child.
Children are the gentle breezes for which parents plea.
They come they play around us then they flee.
We would hold them to our breast,
Protecting against all of life's dreadful tests.
You teach and doggedly hold.
But the day must come when they break from the mold.
With resounding break of a parental heart.
They step away, a life of their own to start.
I watched a beautiful young woman as she stepped the isle.
With maids surrounding she flashes her parents a comforting smile.
Where is the tomboy, who bowled the boys out?
And where is our back yards ...
Finding My Love
She might be the one, who stands outside theatre grand,
Waiting for the wealthy with ribboned violets in hand.
Her clothes hand me downs from a mother long gone,
She may be the one to raise my heart to sing its song.
She could be found by rushing stream pounding clothes on washing rocks,
Or scaling fish surrounded by gulls, boats and docks.
Her perfume might be that of soap or salt on misty air.
This fair maid could cause a young man's heart to dare.