Best Volunteer Poems

The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All...

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I am Tim
I am Tim
Tim I am
That Tim-I-am!
That Tim-I-am!

I do not like
that Tim-I-am!
Do you like
green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,
Tim-I-am.
I do not like
green...

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When I see a homeless man or woman
 I instantly just throw prayer their way.
When with a little, child I will listen,
No matter if it...

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With the heavy load you suffer
a substance not needed
yet drags you
cushioning your efforts
and deterring your pace, forgetting that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined
for this...

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Convince me with every heartbeat
                    ...

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There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well 
and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell. 
When...

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He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He...

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I am a white, middle class, American male; raised in a white, middle class American home.  I would not say that my upbringing included...

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Children growing old and fading
innocence shattered with the curse of abandon
frozen between the first stage 
of a baby's breath and  navel,
desperate to live in...

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I'm young with no identity,
A faceless boy, alone and shy.
To classmates, a nonentity;
My parents fret and wonder why.

I'm part of the unnoticed pack.
I step aside...

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And now, it's here- that day, austere,
     when from your lives, I leave with drear,
      ...

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Irelands uprising in ninteen sixteen was crushed by the state
The ringleaders were arrested and death would be their fate
Charged with the crime of treason against...

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These Hands, These Hands

I have seen hands like this before
In every size and color
Hands that are parched and withered
Strong hands, tired hands
Hands that can bear...

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the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning...

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He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel.  All so familiar, so ordinary.  Just...

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