Greenleaf Poems - Poems about Greenleaf

...Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these ‘it might have been’—John Greenleaf Whittier without deep regret ......

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...Every January first of the new year... finds me (a doggone muttering *****sapien) to give pause for reminiscences and to take stock (sh lock and barrel) about mein kampf in general and previou......

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...We have no way of knowing what our life would have been like… it’s impossible to do the math… If we had made different decisions…if we had chosen different paths: They loved each other when they......

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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 more wittier! I speak of Burma Shave ......

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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 attention and love, a blessing warm and ......

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...Here's a salute to Poet Ogden Nash, Who was notable for being quite brash! He was much more wittier Than John Greenleaf Whittier, Concocting reams of clever ......

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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 Lottie and Ivie, The two o......

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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 And other delicate divertissements. I praye......

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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 hal......

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..."For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been'." ~ John Greenleaf Whittier ~ I knew that someday you would......

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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 labor......

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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 needed br......

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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 on the flowered verandah. Sipped......

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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 saddens me I can’t be there again. ......

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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 and Ecclesiastes to pass the ti......

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