Best Hasting Poems

"Still Born"

Shh!! Mommy, quiet, quiet she is still sleeping
Shh!! Mommy, quiet, quiet she is off dreaming
Shh!! Mommy, before you wake her: “My baby sister!”

Now look...

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The autumn sun has risen
but yet to attain high noon-
make hay, my roses fair.
I would not be happy to see you
decaying with the hasting day.
I...

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The autumn sun has risen
but yet to attain high noon-
Make hay, my Rose fair.
I would not be happy to see you
decaying with the hasting day.
I...

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A night before I saw her smile
And saw at dawn she smiled again
I saw her she was now in love;
She loved the fairness of the...

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War, Is Unholy Hell

War is wicked rot and most holy hell
 man's evil is its murdering spell
Yet mankind never ever truly learns
 love and faith...

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~Yesterday~ 
I stood confused in a hole so deep 
So dark and miserable, cold and alone 
Scared and fearful of the unknown 
Nothing but grey...

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Life has different shades.
You paint your wall with ideal hues.
All you want to have are perfect strokes.
But that is not life... without flaws.

Sometimes you are...

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By the chalk-white cliffs of Dover
Where the English country ends
There we watch the ferries going over
Some in some out, the usual wend
In our youthful common...

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In The Valley Of Avalon

This day the master of my Fate
Is none of those who lead shuddering
Through mazes of wizardry,-
Nor Trachmyr the Hunstman,
Nor Tannwein the...

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Uncle Mike's news from the past - - - Sometimes the News Bugs Me

July “57, in Hasting Minnesota
Fish flies flew in way over their quota
They...

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I turn and run down to the wet places where fawns remedy  their 
thirst from the waterbrooks.  Panting, I fall to my knees...

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Your world is just about
to branch away from mine
just as the two of them converged
moments ago, and settled in;
out of thousands that I see each...

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The autumn sun has risen
But yet to attain high noon-
Make hay, my roses fair.
I would not be happy to see you,
Decaying with the hasting day.
I...

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It's another Monday!

It's another day
Another golden day
Setting out before the rays
Whether it's rains or not
Its a day to work for means
And not just another day
But...

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First light of dawn 


Uphill I walked it was still dark, had to be at 
the farm a five, milking time. Hard westerly 
wind makes...

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