Brian Strand Poet Bio

A Song of Praise

I hung my harp on a willow tree,
No longer could I sing,of what was me,
The tunes of yesterday,of no appeal,
That day,I found,life so real;
I sing today an inspired refrain,
Not of myself,yet simple and plain,
To tell of what has happened to me
Since I hung that harp on a willow tree

inspired by Psalm 137:1/2

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Constance La France November 25, 2019 at 11:39 AM Brian, this is so beautifully penned, I just love what you did here, and I feel inspired ! Brian Strand November 25, 2019 at 11:50 AM Sounds good Constance,look forward to your musing.

Lionel Ledbetter December 24, 2011 at 5:42 PM Excellent. I see you've found life's purpose, indeed; bestowed on you by the promised seed. It changed you from a man in great need; giving you meaning- imparting a creed. God bless you.

Carrie Richards October 1, 2011 at 3:39 PM I love this one, Brian....inspired by the beauty of Psalms... :)

Linda-Marie Sweetheart September 30, 2011 at 11:34 PM Congrats Brian on a wonderful win for this dynamic piece of inspirational poetry my friend...luv..

Tahera Mannan September 30, 2011 at 11:29 PM This is so beautiful. Many congrats Brian for this win.

Joyce Johnson September 30, 2011 at 7:54 PM Very nice Brian. Good to see you entering again. Congratulations on your win. Love, Joyce

Carol Sunshine Brown September 30, 2011 at 6:39 PM You did yourself proud Brian. Congratulations I enjoyed the poem you wrote for yourself. Love, Carol

Sara Kendrick September 30, 2011 at 4:17 PM I enjoy that passage from the Bible for I found comfort in it when my husband went in the ministry and we went to a new church..Thanks for the honor of being in the winners' list if only HM..Glad that I chose this one to read today.,Sara

Iolanda Scripca September 27, 2011 at 4:06 AM I can hear the tune in my mind when reading this beautiful poem. Is that a weeping willow? How nostalgical...Best, iolanda