Lela Poems - Poems about Lela

...Being privileged to have known scores of Americans known as 'the greatest generation', I attest to the reality of their greatness. Herein, greatness will not reference those who went off to war......Read the rest...

...Fake admirers of John Keats are spotted, To check out if their luck goes as plotted, Accepted the challenge, They were so brave, But they turned out to be kindergarten kids, so naive,  How com......Read the rest...

...Ruler of the Cataracts-Maiden of the Mist The thundering waters of the Niagara. Voice of the mighty spirits of the water. The natives believed and yearly sacrificed a white canoe with fr......Read the rest...

...For the love of Lippy I've done it all... And I would do it all again For my heart, for my joy, for my friend Oh what a world you got me into! Some days so long and hard, I thought I'd never make......Read the rest...

......inspired by the song 'Northbound 35' by Jeffrey Foucault Three hundred miles and counting, Kansas blacktop, battling snow, visibility's poor, his sadness is mounting, from here to there ......Read the rest...

......inspired by the song 'Northbound 35' by Jeffrey Foucault Two hundred miles and counting, Kansas blacktop, battling snow, visibility's poor, his sadness is mounting, from here to there he h......Read the rest...

......inspired by the song 'Northbound 35' by Jeffrey Foucault Two hundred miles and counting, Kansas blacktop, batttling snow, visibility's poor, his sadness is mounting, from here to there he ......Read the rest...

......inspired by the song 'Northbound 35' by Jeffrey Foucault Three hundred miles and counting, Kansas blacktop, battling snow, visibility's poor, his sadness is mounting, from here to there he has ......Read the rest...

...She was gone for the week-end, three days without Her Thinking safety in numbers, I went out with the guys The Brightness of her Blue eyes, her Flowing blond hair My LOVE was out of town, so I re......Read the rest...

......inspired by the song 'Northbound 35' by Jeffrey Foucault Two hundred miles and counting, Kansas blacktop, batttling snow, visibility's poor, his sadness is mounting, from here to there he ......Read the rest...