Best Greenleaf Poems

"For all sad words of tongue and pen,
 the saddest are these, 'It might have been'."         ...

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George W. Towne

1847 – 1899

From Iowa I came by restless wagon train.
From the mid-west I arrived 
With satchel and silken scalp still intact.
I read Proverbs...

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Tillie Lydston

1843 – 1905

I was forty six
When I first saw the hills.
Those most magical eastern hills of my home.
I loved Whittier as my mother
And it...

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Milton Brown

1822 – 1917

I knew C. W. Harvey.
Knew him and liked him.
I lived on the first floor of his Greenleaf Hotel
By Bailey Street.
Lived and thrived...

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Fireflies’ Prelude
By Stacy Savage (Indiana)

The sun surrenders
To the sky
As the moon awaits
With his winking eye

To begin his routine
In the rosy wake
So the sun may take
Her...

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I stood before the mirror
in my violet cotton shirt
and jeans from the Gap,
with combed brown hair 
falling just below my shoulders,
my backpack in tow.
Small but...

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William Sawden

1893-1917

On the southern facade,

Of the Golden Rule Store,

On Greenleaf Avenue to the north,

There is a single window,

On the third floor up.

Behind the white half...

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Emma Riesgo

1897-1919

Alas, I was just a simple soul.

Born second in the corner house,

Over on old Washington Street,

Just a short stroll,

From the college there,

My mother labored...

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Ivie Twombley
1884-1913

Lottie Gordon and me were always together.
Joined at the hip, most folks would say;
You never met two ladies quite like us.
If you had known...

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The King of Air........... 
Wears a crown of pale blue 
Chased in clouds of white 
Shaped like wings too 

Robes of blue 
Swirls of white...

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I boarded as a martyr, 
not to play with scarlet sins
convinced my way was chartered, 
I'd be safe in holy folds
but patient, pregnant umbras came,
their...

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Glenn Hervey

1880-1918

On the last day of my life,
I told God not to take me,
Not until some time past 3 p.m.,
My alone time for drinks, smokes...

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Here's a salute to Poet Ogden Nash,

   Who was notable for being quite brash!

      He was much more...

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From Cabin Boy To Grateful Recollections By Old Sailor

Kindness, heart and deep joy, as I remember you
I child, a mere boy, innocent without a clue.
Your...

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In my youth I was completely engrossed,
By poetry along the byways nailed to a post!
It wasn't composed by John Greenleaf Whittier;
No, the authors were much...

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