Best Heraldry Poems

With return to summer tree of berries red -
   he flashes ‘tween the green scene like a trinket;
      celebrant in citrus hues of sunset bled
         it matters not if twilight...

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I'm just a sputtering old fool,
Muttering old school rules,
When times made more sense,
And neighbors were your friends.

Now trapped by utter frailty,
And fear of today's reality,
My moistened eyes fasten,
Upon the new age reaction.

No longer do we aspire,
No longer do we inspire,
Religious or national pride,
For now we...

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“If thou wouldst  
be my critic
Thou must
— wear my soul”

(Woodland Avenue Philadelphia: May, 1973)
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