Rebecca Wiles

Rookie (November 5,1968 / Opp, Alabama)

Rebecca Wiles Poems

1. The Sweet Hour 4/30/2007
2. I Don'T Know Your Story 4/30/2007
3. The Sarah 4/30/2007
4. You Are... 4/30/2007
5. We Are Alive 5/4/2007
6. Uncaged Dreams 5/4/2007
7. Life Is A Stage 5/4/2007
8. The Artist In Me 5/9/2007
9. He Is Just A Dream 5/10/2007
10. Midas Touch 5/10/2007
11. Just A Girl 5/14/2007
12. There Is No Road.. 5/25/2007
13. If We Met One Day... 1/11/2009
14. Solitude 1/11/2009
15. Family Ties (Written For My Husband Weylin And His Son Brandon) 1/12/2009
16. A Day With My Family 1/12/2009
17. My Little Boy (For Johannes Living In Germany) 1/12/2009
18. In The Woods 1/12/2009
19. The Night 1/12/2009
20. Dreaming 1/12/2009
21. Destiny Calls 1/12/2009
22. Rhonda, I Remember You! 1/12/2009
23. There Is A Place 1/11/2009
24. Power Of The Dream 1/11/2009
25. Dancing Til Dawn 1/11/2009
26. Scorpio 1/11/2009
27. Snow (A Rememberance To Our Dog Who Died Some Years Back) 1/12/2009
28. I Wonder Where You Are Tonight 5/4/2007
29. Lady Lenessa 5/10/2007
30. What Is Time? 5/10/2007
31. In Another Place And Time 4/30/2007
32. Have You Thought... 7/4/2007
33. Destiny 1/11/2009
34. Tribute To Robert (Dedicated To My Friend Robert! He Will Be Sorely Missed!) 1/12/2009
35. Snowbound 1/11/2009
36. Tango 1/11/2009
37. White Gardenia Night 1/11/2009
38. Plight Of The Florida Panther 1/11/2009
39. Peter And The Wolf 1/11/2009
40. Whisper A Word Of Kindness 4/30/2007

Comments about Rebecca Wiles

  • George Wootton (5/25/2007 2:38:00 PM)

    Without dreams nothing moves forward. 'For lack of vision My people perish'. Encourageing words are always welcome.

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Best Poem of Rebecca Wiles

Bury Me At Wounded Knee

Bury me at Wounded Knee,
for my heart grows faint and my body grows old.
The grounds too soft for my feet to tread,
and the nights are cold; too cold.

Bury me at Wounded Knee,
where the warriors died young and bold.
The white man comes to steal our land,
for the gold; pure gold.

Bury me at Wounded Knee,
for we won't do as we're told.
The women die from lack of food,
and our children are sold; all sold.

And soon our footprints in the snow,
will blow away with the wind.
And only silence lingers on,
where once laughter had been!

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I Don'T Know Your Story

I don't know your story.
I don't know your song.
I don't know your destiny;
whether right or wrong.

I only know you're someone;
important just like me.
we are all connected heart to heart,
like one big family.

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