.........TREES.........

 I think that I shall never see


 A poem as lovely as a tree.


 A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

 Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;


A tree that looks at God all day,


And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

 A tree that may in Summer wear


 A nest of robins in her hair;


 Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

 Poems are made by fools like me,


 But only God can make a tree.

            ..............."I loved you..."






I loved you, and I probably still do,


And for a while the feeling may remain...


But let my love no longer trouble you,


I do not wish to cause you any pain.


I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,


The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -


Made up a love so tender and so true


As may God grant you to be loved again.

               ...............I Cry...................

Sometimes when I'm alone


I Cry,


Cause I am on my own.


The tears I cry are bitter and warm.


They flow with life but take no form


I Cry because my heart is torn.

I find it difficult to carry on.


If I had an ear to confide in,


I would cry among my treasured friend,


but who do you know that stops that long,

to help another carry on.


The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.


Then to stop and see what makes one cry,


so painful and sad.


And sometimes...


I Cry


and no one cares about why.