Helpers
Nothing could ever please my father more Than having all his grandfolk tag along To help him in the doing of each chore. His work was done much better with a throng Of little people dashing here and there And everywhere, each clamoring for a turn At everything from riding Kate, the mare, To turning […]
Severance
How long a single night can be We learned with anguished care. Eternity was every hour The night you entered there. And even when the throbbing gold Of day thrilled down the lawn, We gazed with unfamiliar eyes, Having no use for dawn. –written in November 1949, published first in ‘Window on Eternity’
Plowman
My father plowed. So we were fed. But meager soil Earns meager bread. He plowed with zest, He plowed with wonder, But soon we saw His youth plowed under. With hope drought-stricken, With heart unbowing, He bent his back And kept on plowing. With stubborn love And a gaunt with pride My father plowed Till […]