Afterward
After the worst has happened With nothing more to fear, The sun continues rising With undiminished cheer, And winds continue blowing And skies continue fair, As hearts continue bearing The thing they could not bear. –Saturday Evening Post, October 1949
High-Minded
A level land may satisfy and fill Eyes that are born to it, for all I know, But everywhere I look I want a hill, Far off, or near. Sight has somewhere to go And something worth while, every hour, to do, Climbing a dozen ridges to the top Or searching for them through the […]
For My Father
The silent strength of hills was his, the constant, The necessary, changeless presence, grown So usual in unobtrusive giving Of strength, that we believed his strength our own. And the enduring certitudes of earth Were his, the richness time could not despoil. Our lives were rooted in his deep assurance As trees are rooted in […]