Roy Ernest Ballard Poems

Are mayflies, dancing dozens to the reel,
as free of will as they are skilled of flight?
Or must they dance however bad they feel
and stay when they would rather say goodnight?
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Enwrapped we were with not a thought
of what might others say,
our heads together brought
in love's untimely way
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A painter left his easel for a day
to see the art in Altamira's cave
and from that vision never fell away.
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